28 Weeks and marching along

Remember as a child how time would seem as slow as a snail? As you grew up, time sped up here and there...Fast forward to adulthood and it feels like a month was no longer than a week! As I sit here writing, I just can't believe how fast time is passing. Now that we are over the first trimester sickness, bleeding scares and lethargicness, we are just sailing along. 

Here is a picture of Wren at 25 weeks

She wears pregnancy so well -- I swear she just glows all the time and a cloud of rainbows, unicorns and pixie dust follows her around. 

These are shots from our most recent ultrasound last week. Baby trios is measuring ahead by almost 2 weeks. He was being camera shy so the tech wasn't able to get any 3D or really nice face shots, but we did get the thumbs up from him assuring us that he is just fine! 

Life is good! The boys are thrilled to be big brothers (though Jack was really looking forward to having a little sister....maybe next time.). They are very sweet about talking to baby brother in Mommy's belly. I brought up (the insane amount) the baby clothes totes from the basement and Wren has been busy sorting thru them and getting all the teeny tiny sleepers and onsies washed up. I've been busy stock piling our deep freezer with go-to meals and casseroles in preparation for the new baby sleep deprivation and low energy. 

A few weeks ago we sold our Chicco double stroller and I had a moment. Just realizing O and J are 3 and no longer require a stroller, nor could they even come close to fitting in it. Our boys are not tiny or delicate. They are tall and lean, full of spunk. They no longer coo and squeal but have LOTS to say. We are less helicopter parents as they are more and more independent each day. Tick tock, tick tock -- time keeps plugging along. It has no mercy, no concern that your children are growing up. It has no regard for that sweet, innocent baby smell or tiny little fingers and toes. So as our older boys grow and thrive -- Wren and I very much look forward to welcoming our newest bouncing boy into our lives. And maybe, just maybe.... for one glorious minute, time will take a break and stand still at his birth so we can bask in the splendor of his newness. 

xoxo,

Finch