Baby Dream

So right after saying I haven't had a dream about the baby in a while, I had one Sunday night. But this one was pretty bizarre because Dave came home with the baby and I was disappointed he had the baby without me. Not exactly sure how that worked! Pretty strange. Oh, and it was a boy. I think we named him Ben.

32 weeks

Here are the latest pictures of my growing belly. I don't think Charlie has any clue what's going on, but he has started saying "baby" when he sees pictures of babies, so I use those opportunities to at least attempt to explain that we'll be having a baby soon. He has definitely noticed my belly getting bigger when I hold him, because he'll be squirmy as if my belly is in the way of him getting close to me.

I feel like we're hitting the home stretch. I'm pretty sure the baby will be here before my due date, so I'm expecting it anytime the week of Jan. 4. So that gives us 7 more weeks! Obviously there isn't as much to prepare for the second child, but I'm realizing that I shouldn't put off the few things we need to do too much longer. We will be putting the baby in Charlie's room and moving him to a new room (still in a crib, though), so I think we may do that this weekend. I want to make sure there is plenty of distance between that change and the change of the baby coming. Then I can start officially "nesting" in the nursery getting everything ready for Peachy.

We still haven't settled on names, but I think we're getting closer. In the meantime, I'm still open to suggestions (even though I'll probably reject them all, as Sue can attest to).

I'm feeling pretty good. I feel the baby move a lot, the movements feel different than I remember Charlie's feeling. I'm definitely getting more uncomfortable by the day, and have had zero energy. Most afternoons I get a good nap while Charlie naps.

I haven't had anymore dreams about the baby, but I think I may have last night. I don't remember anything about the dream, but I woke up feeling all warm and fuzzy with the baby on my mind.

And for the record, Dave thinks it's a girl, and I think it's a boy. At least one of us will be right. ;)

Can I get you a pillow?

I often find myself feeling sorry for the dogs because I just don't have as much time for them since Charlie came along. My affection for them has not wavered, but they definitely get less attention. But then I stop feeling sorry for them when I remember that they still have bed privileges, meaning they get to curl up with Dave and I at the end of the day, and they often end up hogging the bed. Needless to say I was not all that sympathetic when I found them like this the other night. They spread out all the pillows on our bed and curled up. Rough life.

Caped Crusader

Tonight before bed, Charlie was modeling his super-cool Batman PJs and his new haircut. It's so hard to get good pictures of him these days because he is constantly moving, but I love the smile I caught in this first picture.

So that's where Charlie gets his blond hair!

So what do you think? Who does Charlie look like more?

Peek a Boo

These pictures are about a month old, but I still love the expressions they caught. I was playing peek-a-boo with Charlie from the other side of the couch, and snapped a photo of him each time I popped my head up. His smile and his laugh continue to be my favorite thing about being a mom. The whole world seems to stop when my child is laughing.