Poor, Neglected Froglegs

Yes, I am still growing a baby. 

You may have noticed how sadly silent we have been on this subject. Turns out that already having a child completely throws a wrench into planning for the next one. With Luke, I knew exactly how many weeks along I was, was reading prenatal books and updates each week to find out how he was developing, was taking weekly pictures (sort of), can remember the exact moment I first felt him move, spent a good chunk of each day thinking about who I was creating and had daily birth preparation exercises to help prepare me to be a mother. And pregnancy took forever.

With this one, I can sometimes spare some mental space at night after I am already in bed, but not always, and am surprised to find myself almost halfway there! Plus, Kenny has taken it upon himself to nickname our children based on what they look like at their earliest ultrasound (Luke was peanut), and this poor child got the unfortunate designation of "froglegs". So here we are, froglegs and I, at 18 weeks and 2 days:

Sadly nothing can be done about the giant white arm. 

As if this baby already knows it is entering a world where it will need to fight for attention, it is a serious mover. I don't know what froglegs is doing in there, but he/she completely skipped the "little butterfly flutters" movement phase and went right to kicking and punching and flipping, hard enough that Kenny has already felt movement. My midwives suspect that this will be another giant of a baby (apparently that's just the way my body grows 'em), so maybe we're already running out of room?