official: 26 weeks

Lookey! Here's one of those super-awkward and overdone FEET pictures! With my baby belly in it!

So, holy hell, next weeks marks the 3rd Trimester of this pregnancy. (Right? I don't actually remember from my obsessive reading first time around but I'm pretty sure 27 weeks is it. If not, well, it's close, right?)

I best be writing some details down, yes? YOU ARE MISSING IT ALL.

First of all, this baby is bananas. As in, he or she moves CONSTANTLY and for long periods of time. This is new territory for me. Nate was a chill little babe on the inside. (Not so chill on the outside - perhaps I can hope for the opposite effect this time around?)

I've been seeing, um, many people this pregnancy. Since we're aiming for that whole home birth thing, I've sort of been obsessed with fetal positioning (I know, I know, it's early) so I've been doing some well visits at a chiropractor (about which I have mixed feelings but am going to continue with for the time being. I know some of y'all swear by The Chiro, but for me, not having much pain to deal with, it still seems foreign). I've also been seeing my OB and my midwife and (don't hate) a good friend who gives the MASSAGES. (Seriously she's amazing.)

I'm sad to report I really haven't had any crazy food issues this pregnancy. Well other than the fact that I absolutely can not eat chicken. Shudder. The aversion is BAD and I refuse to go near it or prepare it. (Other than heating the occasional chicken nuggets for Nate - though even that makes me gaggy.) There's also a small issue with lasagna as I prepared it SEVERAL times in early pregnancy and the thought of the meat mixing with the sauce is UNACCEPTABLE. So, yea, never mind... some of these things might be sounding a little borderline insane to you.

My only real food CRAVINGS have been toast w/ butter. Like this:AHHHH yep. This picture is pretty much is like PORN to me.

We decided, additionally, to take another 8 week child birth class like we did last time. We had our first class last night and I had the PRIVILEGE of wearing this endearing, awkward double name tag with our due date emblazoned on it. (They were short name tag holders.)

We debated on whether or not we should take the classes - Karl was in favor as he feels that Nate's birth could have gone differently (well he feels our level of panic would have been far greater) had we not taken them last time. We both liked the idea of a refresher course. Plus, you know, we haven't really put a lot of time and effort and energy into talking about this pregnancy and the classes give us the opportunity to do that (for two hours once a week!) AND we get to meet some other couples who are due right around the same time and all have similar mind sets and goals regarding birth.

What else? Maybe we should talk about what We. Don't. Have. We don't have a nursery. (though we did move Nate into his NEW bedroom - more on that later.) We haven't gotten the crib down from the attic. We don't have ANY names picked out. We don't have any clothes - well, we do... but those are all in the attic as well. In boxes. Somewhere. With some other things from Nate's infancy - a swing, a few slings...I'm pretty sure one friend or another has my pump. Honestly, other than the whole Name Thing, I feel like I could go buy a pack of onsies and call it good. Is that ridiculous? I know people say the second baby gets the shaft sometimes, but, for me, honestly, it's just about realizing there was so much of that STUFF I didn't really and truly need to love a little itty thing and keep it alive and well in those first precious weeks.