Maxwell the 2nd - And a belly slam too!

These are the first of the belly shots. I nicknamed my first bump Max, so now this one is Maxwell the 2nd. I could have sworn that my 18 week belly was the size of my former pregnancy's 6 month belly -- but I either had delusions of grandeur, or I'm surrounded by weeny tiny first time pregnant moms with their weeny tiny "oh-I'm-SOOO-big" bellies. I've compared it to my first pregnancy, and although I'm a smidge bigger than last time round, it's not a substantial difference. As RJ was taking the belly shots, Zoe insisted on pulling up her top for belly slams. Ok, I can't stand it, she's adorable. Then she started slapping my belly. Then she kissed it. I LOVE THIS GIRL. I'm hoping my little boy is just as amazing. I'm sure he will be.

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The heartburn has already kicked in.

My ribcage pain is surfacing.

I'm in for it.

In other news, we're off camping again this weekend. We're addicted!!! There's a nice camp ground down south by a coastal town called Busselton. It's about a 2.5 hour drive, but the campsite is so close to the beach, has clean bathrooms, and even a playground. Perfection. We can even bring our dog. We're not. But we could. We stuff a portacot and a double air mattress into a small tent, there's just no room for a dog the size of Big Bird. Sorry Pasha. Paws Claws and Beaks for you! (that's the kennel, I mean, hotel, she stays at for the weekend)

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