That is what I am as big as. If my calculations are correct, I am measuring what a singleton pregnancy would measure at 39 weeks. If I continue this way, well you know. I am now 43 inches round. I guess it is amazing what the human body can do.
I am growing tired of not being able to do things. I am fairly independent and don't like help. I think Neal is sick of this too. I am not sure what finger gestures he makes at me when I ask him to do something, nor do I care to see them. I am pretty sure 50% of the time he just says yes dear and has no idea what I just asked him, this includes e-mails I send to him as well. He is really going to be in for it if I have a c-section.
On a happy note, we had Ryan, Leslie and Connor over last night. Connor is at the fun stage of babbling. I could listen to him talk all day long. He is so adorable. The boys did really well with him, even playing in our new, free play house we got from a neighbor down the street. Luke would sneak in a few kisses, which Connor did not seem to mind. Connor pet Tippy once or twice, and I could see in Tippy's eyes that he had found a new friend. Connor also tried out our new high chairs. The are awesome. It is nice that he can really be at the table with us.