6.

6 months is like this.

My hair feels so luscious I never want pregnancy to end. I swear it holds a curl better. (Maybe this is just in grand comparison to how dastardly thin my hair usually is.) My hands are getting a little pudgy and my face is rounding out along with my body. No stretch marks yet, Huzzah!

My brain is completely taken over by pregnancy instincts and hormones. One word: Nesting. I am quite the nester in everyday life. I love projects, decorating, fantasizing about setting up a room, but now I'm on overdrive. There is an entire apartment building full of well furnished nurseries in my mind. I only think in HGTV. It's a little bit psychotic and a lot bit fun.

With a few months to go I'm finally breaking down and preparing myself to buy a few maternity items. I've coasted along thus far with a few borrowed bottoms, tops, and some flowing shirts from my own closet. Did I always look pregnant in these big shirts?! My best friends these days are leggings. I love them. So soft and un-rubby on baby. Jeans make me feel like an abusive mother.

I'm obsessed with baby boy and love to feel him kick. It is the best. I bought him yellow linen pants and they make me want to cry every time I see them. I talk to him each time I drive to work like a crazy person.

My midnight snacks have calmed down but I'm still off to de-and-rehydrate frequently through the witching hours. For the first time ever I'm hot and Phil is cold in our room. He's sneaking blankets.

So that's pregnancy in a tiny nutshell for me as of late. This is starting to feel like a run on sentence. Maybe it has something to do with the glucose test I took a few hours ago? (Where you drink the sugar-drink that tastes like concentrated fanta.) Yes, maybe that is it. On to the latest bump-a-bump pictures!