So my plan was to get a picture first thing in the morning, but that didn’t happen. I tried for 2 days. Plus, my photographer is a 4 year old. I had I hopes to take a cute picture, but gave up. After Sunday didn’t happen, then Monday we tried and failed, you get Tuesday’s picture. Who knows if getting dressed is in the forecast for the rest of the week. So, here I am, at 22 weeks. Honestly, I’m more dressed up here than normal. Which means, I’m dressed in jeans with make-up on. We have already run errands in the rain, taken a nap, and whatever else happened this morning. You get a “real” picture instead of the one that I had high hopes of posting.

Let’s see, what else. I feel huge. Based on size, I think I should be a month further along, but everyone keeps telling me “it’s your third.” I guess that means that everything just stretches right back out. I’m pretty sure you can feel the kicking on the outside of my stomach now, but it’s not frequent enough to show Kevin. I guess I haven’t thought to have him feel either. I had a fetal echo cardiogram last week. Because I’ve had one baby with a heart defect, my chances are higher that I will have another. Apparently, I have a 2.2% chance the siblings will have the same defect. That sounded like pretty low odds, but the doctor doesn’t want any surprises. The tech had a hard time getting a good view in the beginning of the ultrasound, because she would only stay on my right side and snuggled into the placenta. It almost looked like she had a hole in her head, because the machine couldn’t pick up where her head was versus the placenta. I had to turn in different positions to get her to move for him.  I am told she was 1 lb 1 oz which puts her in the 60% already. I don’t really like that statistic. I would rather not birth a huge baby, thanks. I did get some 3-d pictures which was fun. I got to see her little chubby cheeks already. She still has no name, not even a list of options, so if you have opinions, feel free to tell them.