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23.5 weeks and still a-growin'!

So I'm about 23.5 weeks and I'm still a-growin' and baby Ella is still making some major milestones.  She's getting so BIG!  Last night, I was in bed and asked Wyatt to feel my tummy.  (Because Ella's been sleeping so much lately, we take every opportunity to feel her kick when she's awake!)  Wyatt put his head "tummy level" and pressed on the left side.  As he did this, his eyes opened wide with shock.  Ella had made my tummy move on the right side and we saw it!  We've felt her kick and punch before, but we've never actually seen my tummy move.  What an amazing (and slightly frightening and awkward) thing to see!  I'm sure I'll get used to it, but what a cool moment!  Like always, after sharing that moment with Wyatt, I called Mama. :) 

Baby Ella didn't choose to stop moving then either.  She stayed up all night, which meant, Mommy did too.  At 2:30am, I woke up to baby Ella kicking and punching.  What better time to read a book, right?  So at 3am, I sat myself down to read my baby-know-it-all book to see what other things Ella might be doing this week. 

*Side note:  Speaking of the baby-know-it-all book...I noticed my first stretch mark on the tummy a few weeks ago and opened up the book to read, "You might have finally noticed your first stretch mark."  That book is so good!  This all happened around the same time my tummy began to get itchy too.  Yay for the growing belly.

By the time I got to bed, it must have been 4:30am and I take full responsibility for this because after dinner last night, I asked Wyatt to take me to get some ice cream.  Could I just get plain ol' ice cream?  NOPE.  Craving for the night was coffee ice cream with brownies and bananas.  That's right, I took in some caffeine (which I'm not accustomed to these days because I gave up coffee when I found out I was pregnant).  Well, baby Ella was on a roll from not only the coffee ice cream, but from the chocolate brownie too.

 Mommy craving = FAIL.

I woke up this morning, sleep-deprived and decided that there's no better time to take an updated photo...right?  (Please disregard the bags under my eyes and the quality of the photo.  I left my camera at my sister's house and we had to use Wyatt's.)



Another blessing for a beautiful growing belly and (I'm sure) a beautiful growing baby inside!

God Bless,
Kat

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