Why, you ask?
The reason that November 30th needs to be here right this minute is because we find out what our baby is! (No, not if it's an otter or the spawn of Satan - if it's a boy or a girl!)
I'm so excited and anxious to find out I feel like I'm going to burst.
I love this teeny tiny person inside me, even though they ALWAYS kick me right at dinner time and make me not feel so swell.
I love that I can feel its strong TINY feet kicking me, and can feel it moving around often.
I love that I can tell just how tiny its feet are when it kicks me.
I love that Jacques loves my pregnant body and brings me water when I puke.
I love that my morning sickness is gooooone, and I just get the occasional weird "I think I might puke" moments, but I don't actually end up doing it.
I love my little belly, but I sure do miss my normal clothes. I feel so....unfashionable (?) now.
I love that Kiwi puts her paw on my tummy, or rests her head on it like she's protecting the babe - she knows something sweet and tiny is in there.
I love Jacques most of all - I'm so excited for our little family-to-come.
He's the best friend anyone could ask for, even though he makes me play the air bass in front of people because he says "It's so cute, and I like the little smile you get when you do it, and how you shrug your shoulder up too!". I guess I can forgive him for basically mocking me because he really just thinks it's cute. <3