Just us (well at this rate, I feel like I'm 3 people in one, so it's a big group.)

This weekend marked our last one as 3.

Lots of things are happening in the coming week(s).

I'm starting to get the dull, hazed, clumsy look of a pregnant woman now. It's as if a switch has been turned on (or off, really) in my brain. I'm clumsier now, more cumbersome. I'm walking slower, getting more Braxton Hicks (I call it the "bowling ball belly", because it feels like someone is stretching my skin over a bowling ball), and my hands, feet and face seem to be getting puffier. I get more out of breath when I run around after L, and it's frustrating. I know I should be relaxing, but if you know me, you know that that's a really hard thing to ask me to do.

He took a picture of me and L in the park this weekend, and holy shit, I look like I ate another person. He says I look beautiful, bless him, but I think it's because he's afraid I'll sit on him and break him in half. I feel so attractive and healthy and glowing... as long as I don't pass a mirror.

We went to the park. We did finger-painting. We had snacks. We hugged. We did IKEA-building (well, he did, really.). We organised. We cleaned. We laughed. We played. I had a few emotional-pregnant-lady meltdowns, but nothing that wasn't solved with a piece of chocolate and a hug.

It was a beautiful, poignant moment as a gang of three, before the new round of chaos, family and emotional whirlwinds.

I savoured every single second of it.