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29 Weeks

Here I am at 29 weeks exactly. I'm at +24 lbs which is a little higher than I would like, but after a week of crappy eating on vacation, I won't complain too much. My blood pressure is good and just got word that I passed my glucose test. Yay! My emotions get the better of me a lot this pregnancy, but I don't know if its all pregnancy related or if some of it is just me trying to work through a lot of emotional issues - either way, trying to hold it together some days has been rough. I just wish I was able to enjoy being pregnant...but alas, its just not meant to be. Trying to enjoy it as much as possible, all the little kicks and wiggles and special time with Beckett. Also, trying very hard to stay focused on eating healthy and walking as much as I can, although, I can't walk far anymore without the belly cramping. Still trying to keep from gaining that 50 lbs like I did last time ;)
Beckett is extremely active, and according to the baby center emails I get, he's about the size of a butternut squash ~ approx 2-3 lbs and 15". I'm sure my little meatball is bigger than that, if he decides to take after his big brother size wise. I'm getting very anxious and excited to meet my new little love! 

Also, want to note: I came up with a little nickname for Beckett already...which Daddy and I have laughed about a bunch already. Since your name is going to be Beckett Anthony, I've been calling you "BeckTony" for short...with a thick Italian/Mobster accent. "Hey, yo, Becktony!" Ha!

Memaw and Papaw bought you this outfit to come home from the hospital in, just need to get you some little pants and you are all set! Gig 'em! :)

Pic of the belly on vacation - yes, I braved a bikini!! But only because there were like 5 other bare momma-bellies there already, so I shed my cover up and let it Beckett hang out to get some sun. So much more comfortable that way, to be honest. I didn't even care how I looked.


Bobbi Sharp said…
Absolutely beautiful mama!

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