This pregnancy is going so quickly. I had a doctor’s appointment yesterday, and we just scheduled our big ultrasound.

In just the past week, I’ve started to feel a lot more…pregnant. Of which there are pros and cons. Pro: Last night, I laid in bed and watched my belly bust a move. How cool that I can already feel movement and even see it from the outside! Con: Where my leg connects to my body constantly aches. It did last time I was pregnant, too, but not until about 30 weeks along. Ah, relaxin, you crazy-ass hormone.

My dreams are insane and vivid and constant. Last night, I dreamed there was an earthquake while Andrew was on the viaduct (ah!) and then Southpaw got eaten by a jaguar during a rain storm. My nights are plagued with worry and restlessness, and I get up several times to check on Rosemary in the other room.

I always like to hear the baby’s heartbeat at my appointments, which is fast like a hummingbird but very solid and sure sounding. I feel like this baby is going to be chill and deliberate. A complement to Rosemary’s energetic burst that lasts from dawn til bedtime.

We’ve been thinking of names and we’ve squirreled away a few newborn-sized items that have been given to us or we (I) couldn’t resist buying. A giraffe hat? Come on.

More and more, I think of us as not me, Andrew, and our plus one. But a small family.