week 22.

i guess it's technically week 21, but tomorrow will be 22.  and i like to round ahead.

i haven't been posting as much about how i'm feeling and need to fix that today.

so...i'm good.  really, really good.  i'm not sick.  i'm not really all that tired.  i'm sleeping better than ever.  and i don't have fat arms, yet.  well, they aren't skinny...but they haven't gotten like 36 weeks pregnant fat.  but all in good time...

my weight gain has been much better with this pregnancy.  the number is MUCH smaller than with pratt.  but i'm bigger.  showing more, i think.  i don't know how that happens.

i've noticed that my wrists and shoulders hurt some nights.  from swelling, i assume.  and last night i thought my feet looked a tad swollen.  but my sweet husband gave me a handrub and footrub so they feel much better today.  i think that's my heaven.  laying on the couch, watching a movie, having him close to me, rubbing on my hands and feet.  okay, i'll quit.  i know you're gagging.

but i have to brag just once how pretty he makes me feel.  i think it's the best gift he could ever give me.  i will feel so "uck" and he will say something or do something that just blows me away.  i don't give him enough credit for how good he is.

i feel him kick A LOT.  all through the day.  i'm having a hard time remembering it's a boy.  i keep thinking girl.  pratt keeps saying, "sister" and i have to remember to correct him.  i was just so convinced it was a girl.

we're close to deciding on a name.  it's hard.  because we have a few names and we're trying to sort of narrow down the middle name, more than anything else.  i think we've decided, but i still find myself wanting to say it over and over again until i am positive.  in looking up word meanings, i realized that "pratt" means "talks a lot".  boy does it ever!!!!  so i'm trying to be really careful about this name.  i'd have for it to mean something terrible.  or something like, "takes off his clothes to pee in the garage", but that's probably another meaning for "pratt".

pratt, more than ever before, needs attention.  i don't know what we will do when this baby gets here.  i think i'll try to involve him in everything.  AND be sure and do things just one on one with him.  i never want him to feel neglected.  i really could have spent the rest of our lives as a family of 3 and been perfectly happy.  but i think as the years go by, he will love this brother.  and much like how i feel about my sister, one day i hope he realizes that his brother really is his very best friend.  because family rocks.

okay.  i'm going to clean the house while p naps and clint hunts down the street.

i'll post a belly picture soon.  happy sunday!  (and hopefully a snow day!)