11w, 2d. My husband and I totally weren’t planning to break the news of this pregnancy to our kids just yet, but with two boys, ages 3 and 5, there’s lots of roughhousing going on in our house—and I felt like my belly was under siege from some pint-size ninjas.

10w, 2d. Once upon a time, my legs were my favorite body part. Now they're just kind of a pain. Literally.

This past weekend I got to take a babymoon of sorts—but with my college girlfriends, not my husband.

Being pregnant with a third baby seems to have prompted my body to jump right back into things. And by things, I mean maternity pants at only 6 weeks along.