24 Weeks

Twenty-four weeks always seems like a milestone to me. Maybe it's because, at this point, the baby's odds of survival on the outside go up dramatically with each passing day. Maybe it's because I'm smack-dab in the middle of the second trimester o' bliss. Maybe it's because I like even numbers.

Whatever the reason, it's all good. I'm 24 weeks today. And while I feel heavy and plodding (and frankly, a little annoyed that no one else can catch the baby moving; I wrote about that at 5 Minutes for Parenting today), I'm thrilled to be here.

(Sorry. I know the bulky sweater disguises the bump. I actually considered changing clothes before snapping that picture. Then I thought: Eh. This is January in Minnesota. This is reality. So be it.)