thirty three weeks. 

I’m midway through the third trimester and it’s getting mighty hard to flip from one side to the other each night in bed. It’s also getting more and more awkward to get out of my cross-legged perch on the floor. Mike grabs my hand and heaves me up off the floor every night after dinner so I can make my twentieth trip to the bathroom. I may be stuck for hours if it weren’t for him. I’ve graduated to wearing his tees because mine have started leaving an embarrassing gap of belly showing between bottoms and tops.

The games of one person soccer are more intense by week because our little guy is getting cramped in his quarters. I can tell now if it’s a foot or a hand, and the braxton-hicks are ramping up. All signs that this little peanut is going to be held in our arms before we know it.

We have lots of “what-if” conversations just for the sake of getting each other’s perspective. We had one the other night on our post-dinner constitutional around the neighborhood. “What if Charlie decided to come tomorrow? Would you feel ready?” We still have seven weeks to go before our due date, but it’s one of those things you think about. My answer was a “yes but…” and I listed off the two things that would worry me – not having the car seat base installed or even taken out of the box, and not having diapers. No one will argue that those are two absolute necessities.

So, Mike took the initiative and decided to ease my heart. He did both things for me this week. He installed the car seat base in my car, and we ordered our last couple of things, including diapers, that we actually need not want for Charlie’s arrival. Now, I have not a worry in my mind, and I can say that we are really and truly ready and incredibly excited should Charlie decide to make an improbable early arrival.

to read. 

I’m only forty pages in so I’m not ready to lead any book discussions, but if you want a new read to add to your list, I’d say to make it this one. When I’m only forty pages into a book and already suggesting it, you know it’s gotta be good. 

A little hook for you: The book is set in Florida with waving palms and the white sand beaches of the gulf coast with a brainy marine biologist obsessed with sharks who has a fascinating family story.  Throw in what is already promising to be a satisfying romance with a fair bit of conflict, lots of sharks and I’m pretty sure I’m reading my new favorite summer read.