Memories are fickle

I had my 29-week appointment today. I was supposed to have a 28-week one last week, but it got rescheduled because my doctor and his backup both got stuck in emergency surgeries the afternoon of my appointment. Everything was fine and routine today, as usual, thankfully -- good heartbeat, good movement, etc.

For the next six weeks I'll have an appointment every two weeks, then it will be every week until Evan's born. I have a feeling this pregnancy's about to start really flying by. I can't believe we're already at this point.

I have been feeling so pregnant lately. Not necessarily in a good way, more in a "None of my clothes fit, I'm running like a duck, I cannot easily paint my toenails" way. Running has gotten hard and awkward and uncomfortable, and it doesn't help that this is maybe the hottest summer on record.

I don't remember feeling so big and just ugh so soon with Claire, and I was planning to write a whiny post to that effect. But this is where it comes in handy to have Claire's baby blog for reference.

Check this out: The top picture is from when I was 30 weeks pregnant with Claire ... and the bottom one is from tonight (29 weeks and 2 days).

(The fact that I'm wearing nearly identical pajamas is just a coincidence.)

I also see that I spent most of my week-28 Claire post complaining about how hard running had gotten.

I'm really glad to know how I look and feel is right in line with the last pregnancy. This plate of chocolate chip cookies is helping my mood a lot too. So I'll cut the whining short and focus on them.

And he shall be called ...

Evan Bryce Kirby. My only hangup with Evan is that it's gotten so popular, but all of the boy names we really like are popular. Anyway, Bryce is much less common so helps balance it, I think.

And here's a belly shot. It is kind of a strange picture, taken while I was playing cornhole at the beach a few weeks ago. So it's from when I was probably 24 weeks pregnant. I have not taken a posed belly shot photo this whole pregnancy but maybe one of these days I will.

This might sound crazy and I might be imagining it, but I do think I'm carrying this baby Evan differently from how I carried Claire. I think he sits low, whereas she was always high until the last couple of weeks, when she dropped.

I've arrived at that lovely stage of pregnancy where I have to pee all the time. Before I leave for a run I think through my route and make sure there are places for pit stops (woods, port-a-potties or even actual bathroom facilities). With Claire it seems like this only lasted a few weeks, so I'm hoping for the same this time.

I just read on Claire's blog that 27 weeks, which I am today, marks the beginning of the third trimester. I can't believe we're two-thirds of the way there -- this one is flying by!