She’s getting bigger, and so am I, but I’m still trying to stretch regular clothes over my giant bump. (I trust someone will tell me when I look like I’m vying for a guest spot on My Name Is Earl.) I can feel myself starting to slow down – exertion hits me a lot harder than it did a few months ago. And yesterday, after elevating my feet and taking a long swim, I peed out 5 lbs of water weight. No joke. We better get this nursery going before I’m rendered totally useless. Lucky for me I have a handy husband who’s a freaking workhorse [see Expedit Prison post.]
How far along? 27 weeks
Total weight gain/loss: Shhhh.
Stretch marks? I’m more beginning to wonder if there’s such a thing as “too much moisturizing.”
Sleep: I’ve been waking up at 5am for no good reason. I keep trying to tell my subconscious there’s no reason to train for that – it’s going to happen all by itself soon enough.
Best moment this week: We can see her moving from the outside now. It’s totally awesome, and totally freaky.
Movement: Yeah…see above.
Food cravings: Still in the throws of my torrid love affair with Cheeseburgers.
Gender: Girl.
Labor Signs: Happily not.
Belly Button in or out? In.
What I miss: Summer really makes me crave a Margarita.
What I am looking forward to: Nursery nursery nursery.
Weekly Wisdom: My stomach capacity is now encroaching on my lung capacity. I constantly find myself weighing the benefits of eating vs. breathing.
Milestones: She kicked me in the rectum this week and thought I was gonna poop my pants.
Feed Me Seymour
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