Well, 100 days- seems so long, 3 months- so so, 14 weeks- ahhhh she is going to be here before we know it. I think Lilly is destine to be a champion kick boxer. I have no clue if it is normal, but ALL DAY LONG she is moving, kicking, twisting, sliding, and who knows what else...I think break dancing. I am still proud to say she goes to bed when I do. So I am able to sleep through the night...most of the time. Both Jack and I really get a kick out of watching my belly move and twitch. Oh yea, she is that visible already.
Upon investigation I found out some birth weights-- I was 9+, Jack was 8+, my brother 8+, Jack's sister 8+, (here is where it gets really interesting) my aunt 11+, and my Dad 12+ pounds! UGHHH, I'm thinkin' ...I'm in soooooo much trouble. I can only cross my fingers that my north of the border family did not convert kilograms to pounds properly.
I broke down and cut ~4 inches off my hair. I love it! I told the, earns more than me in an hour-over charging to wash, cut, and dry stupid hair, lady to cut it as short as possible with enough to pull into a pony tail. Most people have a certain..thing, a "look" mine is a pony tail. Actually my entire look is flip flops, jeans, t-shirt, zip up sweater (must have), no make-up, and THE PONYTAIL. Please, lets face it I should call my look Walmart Chic!
I gotta go, Lilly wants cookies!