Look at me making peace with blogger.
I digress... I'm 2/3 of the way done with this pregnancy and of course little mister is measuring big for dates.
Remember this perfect not-so-little monster? Hoping for at least 9 1/2 lbs this time... Kidding, sort of. Chris was 10 so basically I'm afraid for my life. But truthfully when it comes to babies, the chunkier the better. Bring it on. I just really want a mini chris. Isn't he just the cutest little freckle face? Gimme gimme.
Life is so good. Pregnancy is hard but so is everything worth doing. And at the end of the day I am not thinking about the backache or the blahhhhh... I'm stacked in a mound of pillows holding my belly and smiling at every kick and punch. I find myself wondering about this little bub... being pregnant with a boy is bizarre. Whats he going to be like? Is he going to be completely chill? Or a bundle of energy? Will he cuddle me? Or be completely independent? Mostly I just want to hear him laugh. Baby laughs are just about my favorite thing ever. Guffa? Giggle? Squeak? Snort? I seriously can't wait.
I really like Utah which is weird. But if there is anything I've learned in the last few years it's that happiness is in the details. It's in the good food and the family time and the spontaneous fun.
These guys are the coolest. I can't wait to add another Mann to the brood. A man Mann. The Mann's man. Our last name has provided me with endless material.