Vegas, pre-baby, Vegas!

We took a babymoon to Las Vegas.  What in the wide wide world of sports is a "babymoon" you ask?  It's like a honeymoon, only it sounds sillier and there's less wink-wink nod-nod and more people wanting to touch her belly.

I'd never been to Vegas before, and it was every bit the absurd experience I hoped for. We ate well, saw a Cirque show, and enjoyed our freedom while we still had it. We also compared baby bellies with Vets B and C, who are due the day before us.

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Be sure to check out the pregnancy portrait of our "Year of the Ox" baby in the album.

No news is good news

Our big news lately is we're now into the 3rd trimester. S's belly has popped out. People no longer silently wonder if she's pregnant, or hesitantly ask. They just congratulate her. M has finally felt the baby move.

Other than that, no new ultrasounds and no real drama. Of course, the 2nd trimester is supposed to be a bit of a calm in the storm. Now we're into the 3rd, where the pregnancy fully takes over the body.