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23 Weeks Pregnant

How Far Along: 23 weeks and 3 days!

Size of baby: We have a little grapefruit!

Sleep: Suprisingly the most comfortable position I have found right now is sleeping on my back. I have no idea why, but it works for me.

Total Weight Gain: Around 10 lbs....but baby over one of them!

Symptoms: Heartburn. Every. time. I. eat. anything.

Movement: Lots of movement! Every family member has now been able to feel her kick.

Maternity Clothes: Pants, shirts, you name it. I can't fit my old clothes at all anymore.

Go-to eats: I just kind of want everything at this point and at the same time nothing...because I know I'm going to be tasting it for hours after I've eaten.

Best moment of the week: Going home to see my family and they got to feel her kick!

Gender: We're having a little girl!

What I wish people knew: I love being pregnant. Although I'm very uncomfortable and have crazy heartburn, I love every minute of it. Because pregnancy was really the only time I had with my son, I can fully appreciate most every aspect of this. Running into people who say "oh isn't it just the WORST" really bothers me because no....I can think of worse.

What I’m looking forward to: Just one more week until our next appointment...time has started to speed up a little ;)

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  1. AnonymousFebruary 10, 2013 at 3:38 PM

    Dear Kaila and Jamey,
    I LOVE reading your blog every week. you are inspirational to me.GOD HAS BLESSED YOU AND JAMEY YET AGAIN. Our prayers are with u3 that you have a healthy baby girl. now that we know u are, i am anxious to meet her.Love you all, Aunt Barbara and UNle Terry.:)

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