Lately...

 

  

Is it me or are the weeks going by way too fast lately? I feel like I blinked and Thanksgiving is just days away. Where to begin. The last month has been filled with yummy breakfasts of chocolate-stuffed french toast with ricotta, an amazing wedding weekend in Alabama of one of my oldest, bestest friends (that's me looking unnaturally pale in my sari - thanks, Instagram filters!), a much-needed weekend spent recuperating on the couch from said wedding, checking up on C as he attempted to sand down and repaint his childhood dresser, trying to de-clutter the bedroom, and capturing the moment when two old friends' daughters met for the first time and gave each other kisses. I die from the cuteness.
Finally, that's my belly in the last two photos. There's a baby in it.
I know, I'm still in disbelief sometimes, but really happy. And not going to lie — a little nervous.  I'm 23 weeks, baby is the size of a large mango, and has started kicking pretty hard. We'll find out whether we're having a boy or girl somewhere around March 13, but for now, I've become completely, disturbingly obsessed with figuring out What We Need. I've done more research on cloth diapering, strollers, baby carriers and co-sleepers than I'm ready to admit right now, so I'll probably be soliciting your advice pretty soon.

ps. C took that top photo Sunday outside our apartment. The sky was insane.