week: twenty-seven
we've reached trimester...three!!! and things i'm no longer able to do without making god-awful grunts and groans:
- tie my shoes
- shave my legs
- get into the commander (adam's solution: park by a curb for stepping assistance)
- roll over in bed
- self-pedis
joy.
::nursery project::
bird mobile: check
silvie's size:
- small pot roast - she weights about two pounds and is about 12 to 15 inches long.
silvie looks like:
- her eyelids (which have been fused since 11 or 12 weeks) can now open and close.
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