Of course, it isn't the score that counts (obligatory parental statement) and technically they don't even keep score, but we all knew it was 12-0 and which kid on the other team made almost 100% of the goals. NO BIG DEAL.
Shepherd had an absolute blast and didn't even notice that their team hadn't even come close to making a goal. At one point Shepherd slid and tackled a kid on the opposing team preventing him from kicking the ball into the goal. It may or may not have been legal, but I was stinkin' proud.
Also, I'd like to say that the label "soccer mom" is one to be proud of holding. Bringing snacks, sitting on the sidelines on a Saturday morning, and yelling at the top of your lungs IS A STINKING BLAST. Be prepared for Facebook live videos every week, because I will post them without shame and say things without abandon.
How far along? 39 weeks
Baby is the size of a: Mini watermelon (20 inches)
Total weight gain: Gained a pound! Back up to 25 pounds.
Update from the midwife: Fundal height was still 35 cm and baby's heart beat was still 125-135bpm. So weird that I am EXACTLY the same.
Waist Measurement: 40 inches.
Maternity clothes? Love and hate them. So read to wear my fall clothes. COME ON FALL AND SMALLER BELLY!
Stretch marks? Still none.
Best moment this week: Just being intentional with our boys. More time reading books, proactive listening, time around the table with good food, and more memories with Shepherd's new squinty-eyed laugh and Judah's ornery explorations.
Movement: Still tons a movement. I feel the most movement in the middle of the night or right as I'm falling asleep. It is actually painful sometimes when I roll over in the middle of the night, because it is like I'm waking up baby 3.0 and sloshing him or her to the other side.
Food cravings: Peanut butter and honey sandwiches. YALL. I have had 7 sandwiches in 2 days. I mean...its an open faced sandwich, but it is a little out of control.
Miss Anything? Being able to move. The rabbits are impossible to catch. It usually takes Josh and me corraling them into a corner and one of us catching them, but it is like they know I'm the weaker link and they'll jump right through my legs before I can reach down far enough. Imagine a sumo wrestler in a low squatting stance moving one large tree trunk leg at a time and a quick rabbit darting right between those sausage fingers. I'm basically useless when it comes to putting Castle and Cupcake back in their cages.
Gender: We'll find out soon enough!
Symptoms: Just a ton of Braxton Hicks.
Belly Button in or out? Out
Wedding rings on or off? On
Mood? Just ready for baby 3.0 to get here.