15

I want to document this for myself, so… pardon the sweaty, grumpy, “do I have to” pictures. Based on my size with EB, this may come to a screeching halt VERY quickly. Kidding, I’ll try not to be that vain.

We are in the middle of week 15. I’m in between ultrasounds and I HATE this span because I’m a rather LARGE worrier. So, therefore, I worry. For no reason, mind you. Everything is great. I feel great. No problemos, all is well. April 12th will be a big day in our house. We'll get an ultrasound, alright…. Boy or girl will be revealed. EB’s wish list changes daily. I hope her wishes and the gender line up appropriately on said date. Of course, anything will be perfect and we do not care. We have family names on standby, so time will tell.

So, my helper and I started a little trend. Here we are… Tired, sweaty, helmet hair, gross and mad that it was bath time in all of our 15 week glory!