Pardon my 1970s bowl cut, I’m currently growing out my hair and there is only so much a stylist can do to help you through this stage. 
But my hair is not the only thing growing! Miss Layla Mae is growing like a weed. Or more specifically a banana to a spaghetti squash at the moment (according to Babycenter.com). My little peanut is now a spaghetti squash…sigh. Where does the time go?
I’m now 22 weeks (almost 23) and more than half way there. I’ve been extremely fortunate… aside from no complications, my 2nd trimester has been very kind to me. Granted, sleeping is not as comfortable (and I am told it is only going to get worse) and normal activities are not as convenient… but I’m not about to complain about that! I am rarely nauseated these days and almost completely have my appetite back. (Which might not be a good thing for my trunk. haha)
I have a full anatomy scan for the baby on Monday… I guess to make sure everything is growing according to plan. And another monthly appointment with the OB on Wednesday. I’m excited to see the baby again since I know it will probably be the last time for a little while. Although she is constantly letting me know she is here with her kicks, punches and, on a good day, I might even get the people’s elbow:
“Do you smell what Layla’s cookin’?!”
If you grew up with a brother, you know exactly what I’m talking about.
Sometimes I really lose my marbles when I stop and think… oh my goodness, that is her little feet kicking me. Or her little fingers or little bottom while she does a cartwheel. (Yes, I just make up random body parts that seem to make sense. I really have no clue what part it is. haha) But still. I just can’t wait to get my hands on those little feet and her cute little legs! And heaven help me, just wait until I get a cute little bonnet on that noodle noggin of hers!
She seems to come out an play a lot at night time… that is when she apparently thinks it is time to bounce around. It may sound silly but I can’t help but laugh when she really gets going. It’s almost like a tickle sensation but from the inside. I know, I know… I’ve lost my cotton pickin’ marbles. 
I wonder a lot if I am going to miss having a little baby in my belly after she is born. Part of me thinks I will be so happy to be back to normal… but another part thinks I will definitely forget about the nightmare that was the 1st trimester and will want another one. Maybe not right away, but let’s be honest, I’m no spring chicken. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see what the Good Lord has in store for us. In the meantime, I am just as happy as a gopher in soft dirt… just pleased as punch that my little Layla Mae is a healthy, growing baby.
