Barefoot and {Thirty Seven Weeks} Pregnant.

I have no idea how this went by SO FAST.

But here we are… three weeks from Baby Sister’s due date. Oh my. 

The Internet tells me she’s gaining a half a pound a week, and I believe it, judging by the way my belly seems to grow before my very eyes these last few days.

And on account of how I can’t fit through doorways.

And you should see me struggling to get in and out of my little low-to-the-ground Honda Accord. It’s almost funny except that it’s not. Stop laughing.

I can’t wait. I know we have many sleepless nights ahead and floods of hormones and crying {my own}, and still, I can’t wait.

I can’t wait to see what she looks like. That thought makes me smile.