All I Want For Christmas Isn't Coming Until March!

Sometimes I wonder if I use my blog to complain too much. If so, it's probably not going to change any time soon in the next 117 days (that's how much longer we have left until Harper bean arrives). A few days ago I was having a pity party. I called my sister to complain/vent. I was just frustrated with how uncomfortable I am becoming. It happened so quickly! It seems like within the last two weeks I:

• have doubled in size
• have heartburn constantly
• sleep half of the time I need to
• have to use twice as much effort just to breath
• my right foot is getting bigger (or all of my right shoes have gotten smaller)
• eat A LOT more than I ever have or wanted to (I'm always hungry it seems) 
• my available wardrobe is quickly diminishing and I'm sorry but maternity clothes are not cute. At least not the clothes I'm willing to pay for.

I'm just ready for Harper to be here. I tell Jason daily I don't know how I can get any bigger. But I know I will and I'm really not looking forward to it. So I complain and it helps. But then on top of everything else I feel super guilty for even complaining or wishing that I was farther along in this pregnancy. I should just be grateful that I am able to be pregnant, that we have been blessed with a healthy pregnancy and baby so far, and that everything seems to be going well.

A day after my pity party we had our big target ultrasound- to make sure that everything is going well with baby and me. I fall in love every time we get to see him and this time was extra special. The ultrasound was twice as long and it made him seem like a real baby. I just wanted to pick him up and squeeze him. I know that sometimes people think these 3D pictures are creepy but for any mom or soon to be mom they are precious. I've already watched the ultrasound three times.

The first thing the tech commented on was his thick thighs. "Short and stocky" were her exact words and if you know Jason, you know Harper will probably have his legs. We are predicting that he will have his momma's nose (with a ball on the end) and his daddy's chin. Those were the only things we could see really well. He wouldn't keep his hands out of his mouth. This was the only picture we were able to get without his hands in his mouth. 

I'm thinking perfect Christmas card....