So, I'm looking at nursing bras online. I had forgotten just how hideous (although needed) they were. I even found some that said "sexy nursing bras". Wow - really. Is there really anything sexy about unleashing the beast for a snack? Maternal, yes. Fantastic, loving, wonderful, yes. Sexy, no. And I'm sorry, but lace does not equal sexy. It equals itchy. Victoria's Secret it's not. And expensive to boot for something I will only need for about a year, but I guess if you do it, you gotta do it right.

Jack is getting funnier by the day and busy as ever. He never stops going, talking, running, or playing. And the kid loves to swim - he swims underwater! It's amazing to see - of course by the time swimming is over, his poor eyes are bloodshot because he can't manage to keep them closed and he's swallowed a gallon of pool water, but he loves it. And I, personally, have given up swimming. I simply do not want to look at myself in a bathing suit again, therefore I believe no one else does either. At least not until next summer. Maybe.

We had our 32 week appointment today! It's official - we are down to the two week appointments. I am measuring exactly at 32 weeks (and feel like it's 42) and baby's little heart is thumping away at 150-160. Not to mention the beating it's putting on my belly. Wow, the kid is a future Rockette or soccer star. Possibly a punter. Or boxer. I remember sleeping more with Jack and hardly ever feeling him at night. Not so much on this little devil. I wake up and it's "hello, mama!". I hope this is not foreshadowing. He/she seems to take very few breaks during the day.

All in all, I am getting extremely anxious to get this little one here. It could be a problem having so many things done - I am running out of ways to keep myself busy. Guess I will have to invent some new projects...