Halfway There!!!

I have had this window open all day. Planning a huge blog. Plenty to say. But as soon as I have began, I got distracted. I, for once, decided I was going to cook. Not fake cook, real cook. So every time I thought about what I was going to say, I walked away to cook.

Anyway.

As of yesterday I am 21/40 weeks pregnant. We are more than halfway there. This is crazy! Time has passed so quickly. Everything I thought I would have done by now hasn't even gotten started. It has helped that I work with women who don't want to talk about it constantly. Not that I didn't enjoy the first time around talking about it, but this environment is much different. Though I see different people/customers everyday, they are people I don't "know." Whereas before I would see different people/patients/reps everyday, but they were people I had more than just a quick acquaintance.
A month ago I went for my ultra sound where they measure all the important things and make sure everything is in tip top shape. A plus is finding out the sex of the baby. No plus for me. This baby as wiggly as it is, didn't cooperate. Not all the measurements needed were captured and another ultra sound would be scheduled. As the tech asked if I wanted to know what this baby was I wondered for a moment if I really did. Did/does it matter? Of course not, BUT over the last month I feel like it has been torture! While Christmas shopping Joe and I ventured into clothing sections for Cade and it was agonizing walking past all those super cute baby clothes (Carter's of course) not knowing. I would feel guilty looking at either. Guilty for thinking the girls were so cute, but guilty knowing that I have a TON of boy things. Not only do I have a ton of boy items I have a ton of neutral baby items. Although after chatting with a coworker who has a granddaughter and she was listing the clothing items she was off to buy for a photo with Santa, I got a little overwhelmed. No matter what I am going to be super excited just to know. And of course super excited to meet him or her.
According to the baby calendar the baby is as big as a spaghetti squash (8 inches and should weigh about a pound.) Hair is beginning to form and the baby can make a good grasp. I can feel the baby inside and so far its mostly in the evening. Although if Cade is on my lap and pushing on my tummy I think baby bro or sis is pushing back already.
Cade is absolutely hilarious. He's finally beginning to say a little more, though you have to really be listening. I heard him say, "I love you" the other day, but it was with a sippy cup in his mouth. If he sees or anticipates a train he starts his train whistle, "WOO WOO."

I didn't quite capture the look I wanted, but it shows it. The poor onesie I have forced him to wear today. Stretched as far as it will go. It is truly time to say good-bye to another set of clothes. It's been a little slower going this time. He's actually got some wear out these clothes. We'll be skipping from the 24month to 3T. I know that 24m and 2T are just about the same, but when I purchased some jeans the 2s didn't fit. They weren't as stretchy and were difficult to pull over his diaper (and thighs honestly.) Some of his shirts have been showing his belly: time for replacements.

Here he eating blueberries. He L.O.V.E.S. them. He danced around and sang while eating them. As soon as one was down the hatch he was grabbing for more.

I had today off and I wonder how my mother gets anything done with Cade with her.
I swear before noon I had refilled his milk cup four times.
(We're gonna go broke buying milk)

I invested in a few plastic bins to put away some trucks.

But as quickly as they get filled they get emptied.

We are doing absolutely wonderfully right now;

even with the usual life struggles we couldn't be happier.
Cade keeps us on our toes and in stitches.
We are one blessed family.