24 Weeks

Only 15 more to go! 

These past few weeks have by FAR been my favorite!  

{other than my bum is getting too big for a majority of my pants} 

 I am feeling you move like crazy, and you're finally getting big enough that your daddios can feel you kicking. He falls asleep every night with his hand on my belly just waiting for you to move and shake. I'm a little concerned because every time I lay down to go to bed, you're ready to move around and play! This will have to change when it comes closer to your due date. Your days and nights are a little mixed up, but we'll work on that. I'm also loving that I actually have a Baby Bump instead of a, is she just getting chubby, bump. Everyone comes up to me and rubs my belly and I love it! You already get so much love and attention it's ridiculous. And I have a feeling it's only going to get worse ;)

We went to the doctor today for our monthly check up and you're doing great! Nice strong heart beat, I will never tire from hearing that sound. I have to do my glucose and all these other tests that don't sound to fun, but you're worth it ;) I also have to go back again today because I couldn't for the life of me pee in that stupid cup, so yes, I have to return just so I can pee in a cup. Awesome.
Here we are at 24 weeks baby girl

One more thing, I have an extremely embarrassing story that I want to remember because I can blame it on the hormones, and I figured it would be one of those we will laugh about for a while ;)
So I had just bought a brand new shirt and had only worn it once. I put it in the washer, and forgot to tell your daddios not to put it in the dryer. So I go to the washer to take it out and it's gone. My blood pressure starts rising as I look in the dryer. And there is my beloved new shirt, now a size that probably you could fit it. I was FUMING! And usually something so little doesn't make me mad, but I'm telling ya, it was the hormones. I yell, "BABE" SO loud that your dad comes running and asks me what's wrong. I have tears welling up in my eye's as I try to explain that he ruined my brand new shirt. I can tell he's trying to hold back a smile and fake an, "I'm sorry babe, I'll get you a new one." And this just makes me even more mad. I shouted like a two year old {maybe stomped my feet a little bit} and said, "I don't want a new one, I wanted this one and now you ruined it!"  I literally fell to my bed, face down and starting sobbing. It gets better... I get the amazing idea to get it wet and try to stretch it back out. BRILLIANT RIGHT? Not when you are so angry that you RIP the shirt to shreds! That just put me right back on my bed, face down and in even bigger tears. That awesome dad of yours rubbed my back for a minute, continually saying, I'm sorry babe, and then he just lost it. He started laughing so hard and said, "Babe, I don't know if you realize this, but you just threw THEE biggest tantrum I've ever seen a 24 year old throw." So as angry as I was, I looked up at him and we both just started laughing, and kept laughing for a solid ten minutes. And for the rest of the day he would just look at me and say, "Remember that time you threw the biggest tantrum I've ever seen?"
I know I know, so embarrassing. But now when you're in your terrible two's and you are throwing a huge tantrum, we'll know where you get it from and I can proudly say you're just like your mama ;)
Love you baby girl