It’s week 13 and I’m wearing my most forgiving pair of jeans. This weekend we went to a spaghetti dinner, a Greek food festival, a barbecue, a brunch party, and a Chinese feast for my Grandma’s 95th birthday. All we did was eat and enjoy ourselves nonstop, so I’m expecting to start “showing” a lot more in the coming days, if you know what I mean.
Isobel decided that she really wanted to be in this week’s post, so I thought I might as well include her outfit, too, since it’s pretty much all thrifted or secondhand. It’s definitely not her cutest outfit, but she picked it out herself and was proud so we went with it. You’ll notice we’re wearing sweaters (!!) and the weather has been blessedly cooler, but we took these photos at like 8 am so it definitely wasn’t representative of the temperature all day. Boo. I don’t count on fall really meaning any of these promises of cool weather until November. There have been years where I’ve gone swimming on my birthday in mid-October. But I guess that’s okay considering our heat is as broken as our air conditioning.
I really should have adjusted my sweater for some of these photos. It’s unflattering.
Now that I’m officially in the second trimester I’m really starting to act like a pregnant lady. My new hobbies include drinking water constantly throughout the day (and usually getting up at least once a night for a drink) and using the bathroom whenever I am not currently drinking. If given the opportunity I’d nap 2-3 times a day. The constant nausea is a distant memory but I’ll have shockingly strong waves of it out of nowhere. I’m really starting to pooch out, as evidence by what a friend’s dad told him after running into us at a yard sale: “Carrie Anne’s really starting to put on weight!”
Isobel really wants to name the baby “Ringer-Bell.” Every celebrity everywhere is now jealous they didn’t think of it first.