Yesterday was 18 weeks. We're still riding high from the news that we're expecting a second sweet little girl. Although Em predicted that we were giving her a little brother, she's fully on board with a little sister now. The tipping point was our shopping excursion this weekend to buy an outfit for the baby. She had more fun "oooohing" and "ahhhing" over the tiny pink ensembles than I did, and she eventually settled on this sweet little set:
Em doesn't quite grasp that we still have to wait a while before the baby arrives. Five months from now is a long time for an adult -- I can't imagine a kid wrapping their brain around it. She asks when the baby will get here, and then she remembers our previous discussions. "Your belly will get bigger and BIGGER AND BIGGER and then POP! Out comes the baby, right, Mommy?!"
If only delivery were that easy!
In other updates, baby girl continues to rock and roll in there. The other night we watched her movements from the outside, which is one of my favorite parts of being pregnant.