
Okay, so I’m sneaking this post in by the skin of my teeth, but I’m still technically 23 weeks so I’m calling it a win. I’m just over here trying to not die of heatstroke in 100 degree weather. This whole being pregnant in the summer thing is not my favorite. I can barely step outside without feeling like I have to sit down or drink a gallon of ice water. In more exciting news I did have a doctor’s appointment this week and I was told that I’m measuring at about 25 weeks, which was no surprise since Elouise was a whopping 9lbs 4oz. My husband and I are just not destined to have small babies.



