Because it totally is.
Weird. Weird. Weird.
I am still craving beef. Any kind, as I mentioned, but lately I feel like I could eat Sloppy Joes all day. I mean, I have always been a fan but most of the (not pregnant) time I kind of forget about them. No more. I have to try really hard not to make beef for every meal.
I could drink gallons of milk a day. I cannot get enough. Also, it helps soothe the heartburn monster that likes to visit at bedtime.
Oreos. I had this with Judah also (or was it Silas?). I have loved Oreos since I was a kid (double-stuf. they MUST be double stuf). But when I am not pregnant, I only occasionally succumb to their magical pull at the grocery store. It's a rare treat I allow myself. But something about carrying a child in my womb makes me weak in the knees for those bad boys. The problem with me and Oreos is that if I'm not paying attention pretty soon I have eaten 7 of them. For the record, I only ate three tonight because SELF-CONTROL.
Roman has felt baby sister move a couple of times now, which is super fun. He lights up when he feels a kick. Judah and Silas are still not patient enough to wait for her to move, but I imagine it will get easier the bigger she gets.
Also, can we please talk about how obnoxious I am with girl clothes? It's actually so ridiculous. But look at the cute!
I tried to upload a video of Silas talking about the baby but it didn't work. Boo. I'll try again soon.
Also, Lindsay asked me to write a post about how we told the boys they were going to have a sister. The answer is that we are boring and we just...told them. We got home from the ultrasound and sat them all down and said "We are going to have a baby girl!" So, not a super exciting story, but Joe did get a video of their reactions so I'll have to get that off of his phone one of these days and show it to you. There's probably a naked boy in it or some other inappropriateness, as usual. :)
But, even though we didn't tell them in an exciting way, they were still very excited.
And Happy Divine Mercy Sunday!