32 weeks

I'm a little off with my appointments, so I actually went last week at the 31 week mark.  I'm up 19 pounds, heartbeat was low again (130's - low 140's) and I am measuring a few weeks behind so next appointment we'll get another ultrasound of the little nugget.  Normally such things might make me worry but considering the exact same thing happened with Reese (measuring small/needing a late ultrasound) and she ended up coming 5 days early at 8 pounds, 11 ounces; I'm not losing any sleep over this one.  What I am literally losing sleep over, and perhaps what explains why my stomach isn't as round as it should be, would be the crazy kicking on the far (and I mean far) right side of the stomach.  I'm more interested in figuring out how this babe is laying than anything else at this point. And crossing my fingers we get the ideal head down pose on the ultrasound in two weeks.   Other than that, I'm feeling pretty darn good - amazed at how time seems to be flying by now (especially with the holidays upon us) and needing a burst of nesting energy to finish getting ready.
The girls still say we're having a boy. If you ask why a boy and not a girl, Ryan will tell you "mom, we already have two girls, we can't have another".  And the other day, I overheard the two of them arguing in the back of the car on where 'he' would sit.   Also, any stranger who offers their opinion on the matter - whether I ask or not:) says boy.  Not one single person has said girl.   Time will tell.  Grant insists we're having another girl, I lean towards girl, and everyone else in the world says boy.  Only the ultrasound tech and Ella know for sure and thankfully those two aren't going to give it up.

The outtakes.....we picked up two Santa hats at Michael's today and the girls have been insistent on wearing them around the house. I likey my Christmas, so I don't object.
And no 10 minute interval would be complete without a Reese wardrobe change...