Also, I have a count down all the way at the bottom of my blog, just for my own sanity and I was going to post at 100 days, but guess what? We're already down to 91! So, I guess it's a good thing that I don't peek at it every day, because little surprises like that make the waiting game a little more fun.
There was a doctors appointment last week, and we had a strong heartbeat and you better believe I'm assuming she weighs a whole 2 lbs, because I subtracted that from my total weight gain. You know, because she'll be coming out and all, I'm not going to worry about those extra pounds that I won't have to Zumba off. They measured my stomach from top to bottom and I was right on target at 27 cm. Does anyone else find that crazy that the cm coincide with how many weeks along you are? I just don't get it, but I like it.
I was looking over my calendar and at my remaining doctors appointments and such and got this weird feeling that everything is going to come so quickly/slowly. It's a dumb and confusing feeling. I have 13 weeks left and getting through the first 13 weeks and then the second 13 weeks seemed to take FOR EV ER. It actually gave me a little bit of anxiety. To top that end of it off I started looking at all the week by week udpates on thebump.com and realized how much more growing the two of us have to do in that amount of time. I'm going to be HUGE and it looks very uncomfortable. On the other hand, I'm at 27 weeks ALREADY and I still cannot fathom that I get a baby out of all of this. Then I start thinking about how hard breast feeding will be, and how much I won't be sleeping, and how I won't be working at the U anymore and it completely overwhelms me to the point that I could cry (I may be a little teary right now). How in the heck am I supposed to prepare for all of that 3 short months?! It seems like so many women take to this new mom thing like ducks to water, and maybe I won't be as unnatural at it as I thought, but I know it won't be easy.
We finished off week 26 with a trip to the farmers market in SLC and Seven Peaks. I had never been before and fell in love instantly. The weather was perfectly over-cast and we went early enough to get decent parking. The boys happily took Brooklyn to play at the park while we meandered through all of the booths. I left with a bag of cherries (that I almost forgot to pay for), a cookie, and some strawberry lemonade that would make your toes curl.
We finished off the morning at the pool and left right as the sun was becoming way too hot and bright of my pasty skin. The rest of the day was spent relaxing, eating, and watching LOST. Aren't those just the best Saturdays?