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33 weeks

For one, this pregnancy is truly flying by.  I really wanted it to go slowly so I could savor each moment.  I'm trying so hard to capture every single wiggle, kick and roll in the safest, deepest part of my memory so I don't ever forget that magical feeling.  Unfortunately, it is unlike any other sensation in the world so I can't even try to remember by comparing it and words are not sufficient for describing it.

However, this pregnancy is also getting tougher here at the end.  With Paisley, I could come home and rest for the whole evening.  With Deuce, I come home and play with P like crazy until bedtime (which for her is almost our bedtime) and then I crash for 9 hours before doing it all over again.  Plus, I'm a LOT bigger.  My weight gain is exactly the same at this point as last pregnancy (plus 25 pounds), but it's different.  My belly feels like it is stretched to its absolute max.  And carrying around a 24 pound child all day really takes its toll.

Now, don't get me wrong.  I still LOVE being pregnant.  I would still continue to be pregnant for a long time if given the choice.  But it is a bit harder this go round.  :)


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  1. SarahJune 20, 2012 at 9:25 PM

    You look adorable! :)

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  2. annieJune 21, 2012 at 9:37 AM

    You look amazing!! You may feel heavy, but you don't look it at all. Seven weeks to go...you ready for two?

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