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       That little finger hand hold kills me  #theadventuresofcharlieandcalvin And a huge thanks for all of the encouragement left on my last post. You guys are the best community of cheerleaders ever! I woke up to it this morning and read it all day and it felt like a big hug. You da best. xo
       For most of this pregnancy I've either been in a bit of denial (if that's the right word for when you weren't trying and were in total shock because baby two was much harder to conceive and it felt like you were just pregnant like a few months ago - because you were - and you just can't wrap your brain around it) or so busy with the other two that I've forgotten about being pregnant altogether. I've been lucky to have had an easy one this time too. So lately when I'm suddenly out of breath or experience a swift rib kick, or am unable to tie my shoes or feeling moody/teary/exhausted/uncomfortable/large-and-in-charge (all of the above), I'm a little thrown off. Like, "hmmmm why am I so effing tired?" "Why can't I get up from a sitting position?" "Why am I crying over a cookie!?" Tonight I caught my reflection as I was rubbing belly oil all over my stretching stomach and really saw myself. And I remembered: I'm growing a human. While caring for two other little humans. And I blinked and suddenly I'm 30 weeks. My body is home to another baby boy. Another son that I'm going to fall in love with and who will look at me like only two other people in the world do or can. Who will think I'm the greatest. Who will need me for pretty much everything for quite a while, and just when I need him to need me less, he will and it will be bittersweet. Who is going to have two of the best brothers ever. I've been so scared about having a third so quickly that I've hardly taken the time to relish in this pregnancy - very likely my last. I'm starting to think of all of the good things that are coming our way instead of being scared of the unknowns and the "holy shit three boys 5 and under and two only 17 months apart!" So I'm going to try to enjoy these last 8-10 weeks as much as possible. If that means more pie, foot rubs, and naps, so be it. Cause you know momma ain't gettin' any of those once this pregnancy is done  And if you are or know a momma of three, mom of multiple boys, or mom to two that are 17-18 months apart that would have great advice, tips, or encouragement, or just great feeds to follow, please let me know/share/tag them below. xx
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