Pregnancy: Week 16

What a crazy week. I actually just rolled over into week 17, but this is my recap of 16.

My week consisted mainly of feeding Baby lots of dressing, napping with Baby, and then feeding Baby desert. I visited with lots of family and experienced lots of belly rubbing, which I didn't mind. My sister gave me a bunch of cozy sweaters and dresses this week, which is good because my regular clothes are getting snugger (more snug?) by the day it seems.

My sweet nephew Jax rubbing my belly.

The most common question I received was, "Do you know the gender?" Well, the answer is no. And then the question that immediately followed was, "Are you going to find out?" And that answer is yes. Prior to being pregnant I had always considered keeping it a big surprise because I feel like there aren't very many real surprises left in life anymore... Why ruin this one? However, since we found out we are expecting Ben and I have browsed around baby sections and baby stores only to discover that it is a lot harder to prepare for a gender neutral baby. I always thought it would be so simple. Neutral colors, neutral patterns, what's the big deal? The availability of these things are much more scarce than I had thought. Therefore, we will be finding out the gender in December just before Christmas. And you best believe that I can't wait!

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  1. renee' buntDecember 3, 2012 at 3:32 PM

    It seems like Baby Ashworth grew over night. I think you look beautiful!!

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