Last night, we wrapped more of Nathan’s Christmas presents and put some of them under the tree. Nathan’s reaction to these presents when he saw this morning was priceless. With wide eyes, he crouched down and started bouncing while exclaiming there were more presents under the tree.

Then he systematically went through the presents, picking them up individually and asking what’s inside.

“You’ll find out on Christmas!” we told him. Then he’d shake it, put his ear to it, and ask a litany of questions.

“Is it a racecar?” he asked.

“You can open it on Christmas and find out then,” we responded.

“Is it a train?” he asked as he tapped the box.

“You have to wait to see,” we said.

“It’s a toy, right?”

“What do you think?”

“Yes! I think it’s a present! I LOVE presents!”

And then he’d start spinning around in circles… round and round (how the heck does he do that, anyway? Three to four spins for myself is about all I can take of the dizziness.) Then he’d run into the kitchen and spin some more, then back to the living room for more spinning. (He loves to spin when he’s excited.) And then we’d go through pretty much this same conversation and resulting spinning with each present.

I love to see him excited.

In other news, I’m starting to feel really pregnant. Up until this point, I didn’t really feel too pregnant. But now I’m getting tired more easily, even though I still work out 3-4 times a week. I’m definitely in shape, yet I find myself getting short on breath just walking around the house. The way I huff and puff, you’d think I didn’t work out a day in my life. It’s completely normal though- with the baby growing, my lungs are getting squished and can’t get as much oxygen. Plus having 50% more blood volume doesn’t help with the fatigue and shortness of breath, either.

The back pain has started as well. It’s not nearly on the same scale as it was when I was this far along with Nathan, and that’s attributed to me working out and being in great shape. But still. It’s there. It’s not agony like it was last time, but it’s definitely unpleasant. I’m hoping it doesn’t get much worse.

Oh the things we go through for our little ones!! And it’s so worth every bit of discomfort, especially once I have him or her cuddled safely in my arms.

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