Wednesday, November 11

23

It's such a nice number, twenty-three.

I was married at twenty-three and now
I'm in week twenty-three of pregnancy.

What's happening on the inside...

This baby is constantly tumbling and flying all over the womb, making umbilical baskets with the placenta and layups with a fist of furry. It's like a full-on rave party with this kid. Mo will bust a hey-here's-my-booty move after breakfast and then be break-dancing for the rest of the night. No matter what correlation I have to the number 23, I love this week because we're that much closer to holding this little be-bopper!

1 comment:

Bree said...

eeeeeeeeeeeeeee.... your making me want to grit my teeth and squish that little baby belly!!!
you look so cute in that sweater :-)