The baby is pretty active and I feel him kick regularly. Dave has been able to feel the kicks since Mother's Day (18 weeks) if that gives any indication of just how strong the baby kicks. We don't have a name yet. Not even close. As the ultimate planner who doesn't deal well with unknowns, this is almost painful for me. We've gotten as far as nixing names. Some names I've liked I've tried out for a few days only to discover that they really aren't his name.
Here's me at 23 weeks in all my glory.
I'm huge. It's okay. You know it, I know it. I accept it. My doctor confirmed today that I am measuring large. I am hoping that my body is just suffering from muscle memory and I am not slowly growing a giant. My weight gain is on track (less than the other two kids at this point).
I've had some contractions that gave me some worry the past few days, but everything seems to be okay.
To beat the heat today, I took the kids to a splash park since the wading pools don't open until the end of the month. The only bathing suit I have that really fits right is a bikini. I don't know if I am brave enough to rock that look yet. Maybe if it's gets hotter, I'll find a way to rally. Eileen likes pools, but finds spraying (including showers) to her dislike. She was content to hang out on the blanket with me although Linus was a good big brother, held her hand, and walked her around a little bit.
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| breaking out a few crazy moves before getting wet |
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| He only likes to make silly faces these days. |



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