On Basketballs & Sharing

32 & 33 weeks, a complete basketball

I gained 1 lb from 31-33 weeks. 30 lbs in all still.

Symptoms: mid-back, right rib under boob & vagina pain. Slight loss of appetite.

The natural muscle relaxant also causes it's fair share of problems.

But this is how we really feel . . . week 33 began with a second round of congestion & coughs

Mr Smith took this on his way out last week and it cracked me up. She comes to our bed the last hour of the morning about half the time, but only to daddy's side, you see. Because THAT is how she ends up sleeping and that is why mom says no.

I finished two, half yard baby blankets. Ended up gifting one to Rand & Sav although it isn't the best gift. My sewing skills have a long way to go and this is the easiest type of blanket to sew! The issue was getting the two pieces to match up. 1. Stretchy fabric 2. Big belly on the floor trying to cut & pin straight. But that's one thing off the list!

We also did the hospital tour today so that we know where we are going when the panic attack strikes, yikes! I get so nervous about rushing to the hospital when last time we walked in with an appointment… but the rooms look great. Much better layout than last time and Mr Smith may actually have room to sleep. Another good thing, I should only need to stay for 24 hours. Lexi saying hospital is pretty cute. When you can understand her, it's a cute mouth that goes with that cute face. Seriously, I have a crush on her most moments of the day.

Me: "Excuse me, you're in my way"

Lexi: "you're in my way!"

Me: *trying to explain that she isn't allowed to use my pens*

Lexi: "We can share and be nice to each other"

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