I love Time Hop, and this morning I was thinking that in a few years, my Time Hop will be full of the little guy and all the changes that are happening this year. Then, since I know how far along I am, I started looking through all my pictures trying to see exactly when Little showed up, even if I didn't know. He had been around for three weeks in this picture, and we had no idea. That blows my mind.
Speaking of my mind being blown: Today is 21 weeks. TWENTY. ONE. As in, only 19 left.
- I've reached the point where strangers think it's appropriate to ask about my stomach and it's tenants. Yesterday a woman asked what I was having, and then proceeded to tell me that her first boy looked like a pretty girl until he was 17 and that he couldn't get a girlfriend because he was too feminine, and maybe that will happen to my first son, because I'm pretty, too. Not sure if that's a compliment or a warning.
- He's moving so much that I can sometimes see it from the outside. This is both amazing and terrifying.
- I've been decorating with all things fall this week, and it's crazy to realize that next fall there will be an 8 month old hanging out with me while I decorate. You better believe he'll be dressed like a pumpkin on multiple occasions.
21 weeks down, 19 to go. Now that my favorite time of the year has kicked off, I know it's going to be January, like, tomorrow.