So in two days, I’ll be in my last trimester. While I’m excited about entering the last part of this pregnancy, I also remember how “fun” the third trimester is. With my daughter, I had the easiest pregnancy ever and all of my discomforts attacked me in my third trimester. Now with this baby the entire thing has been one discomfort after another - so yeah, I’m worried. Like I said before, he’s a huge baby. I already feel stretched out and have trouble catching my breath with him always pushing up on my ribcage. It’s basically 24/7 of me feeling like my stomach skin is going to rip open. Maybe, just maybe I’ll catch a break and the third trimester will fly by without anything too painful. 12 weeks left, baby!

My daughter has been so funny lately. The things that come out of her mouth leave me wondering though. Where does she get this stuff? A “conversation” from the other day:

Mariah: Mommy! I want gum.
Me: No gum.
Mariah: But it’s good for me!
Me: It isn’t good for you, you can’t have any. You’ll swallow it.
Mariah: Nooo, I won’t swallow it. It’s good for me!

Rinse and repeat. “It’s good for me” is her favorite reply if she can’t have something. And sometimes it’s so hard not to start laughing when she’s arguing her point. Like her long drawn out “nooo”. Her voice gets all deep and serious. Yet as hard as it is to stay poker faced, once you break into a smile they’re even more impossible to talk down.

Another thing she did the other day: I’m walking by the fridge and hear a peculiar noise. Almost like a soft squeaking noise. Why is my fridge squeaking? An effing mouse?! IN the fridge? I cautiously opened the door and low and behold: my daughter’s baby kitten is sitting on the bottom shelf. And he was not happy. Mariah runs up and grabs him from me and the first words out of her mouth were “MOMMY. My kitty COLD! Be nice to kitty!” Hmm. I tried explaining how we don’t refrigerate our kitties, but she was already off in the magical land of 2 year old imagination.

I’m sure if she had a dog, she’d blame her coloring on the walls on him.