Viability! Yippee!

We've made it to 24 weeks! That, folks, means that if this little girl were born today, she'd have a shot at surviving. Obviously I want her to cook for another 15 or 16 weeks (oh, who am I kidding - 14!), but it's always relieving to make it to this point.

Ben has entered the Terrible Twos. I love this child. I mean really, he's my heart and soul. But he's trying my patience these days and with pregnancy fatigue, some days I want to put my head through a wall. Or run away and hide. Or go back to work! I'm reading John Rosemond's How to Make the Terrible Twos Terrific and so far, so good. I'm really diggin' this guy.

I'm finding it hilarious that with each passing day, the room left on my lap for Ben to sit on shrinks considerably. Tonight as I was rocking him and reading to him before bed, he kept slipping off my leg. Poor kiddo. Makes me want to hold tight to these last few months of just him and me.


The 24 week belly
And no, my belly button hasn't popped and it won't. Never did with Ben. Weird, right? I guess I have the world's deepest belly button. You're welcome.