This week, we again, are lucky to have a drawn photo of Week 21 by Kaleb. Be thankful. If I look like this on paper, imagine what I look like in person. 
I’m happy to see that I’ve got a little bit of color going on versus last week when I was just a washed out version of myself. Be sure to take notice of my sagging jeans. That’s real, y’all. Something about big ol’ pregnant bellies + no waist = jeans that seem to be justbarely hanging on.
This week, sleep and I have unfortunately become strangers. I’ve been up at between two and three a.m almost every morning. I toss and turn for an hour in an effort to fall asleep before giving up and pulling out the Nook. I’ve ended up on the couch a couple of times just to keep from waking Harry up with my new nightly routine. I sure am getting alot of reading done though. Which is nice. I’ve got a 50 book goal to reach by the end of the year and I’m only on 32.
Other than that, all is well.
We’re coming along on Baby’s name and have it narrowed down to a couple. We’ve made a pact, us three. Baby’s name is house business and not to be discussed with anyone. Even family. 
We’ll just surprise everyone at the hospital when we introduce him. Its killing me not to tell, though. The one thing that is helping is that we’re not set on any one particular name so I’m still referring to him as Baby in my mind and out loud.
We signed the paperwork on our new lease last night. I can’t wait to get everything moved out of the place we’re currently living and into the new home. Kaleb and I moved in with Harry a year ago, but this is our first place together. Chosen by us with the four of us in mind. I’ll get pictures up before the chaos of moving gets underway tonight.
