Welcome to the week of the ever expanding belly, boobs and butt. I've been so thankful for the warmer weather we have been having this week and have tried to walk and go to the gym every day. Winter in Montana is hard on the body and makes it difficult to retain a svelte figure.
How far along? 26 weeks. Only 14 weeks until he arrives. Little dude is the size of an eggplant and could possibly weigh as much as two pounds. He is starting to open and close his eyes and is responding to outside noises on a regular basis.
Weight gain/loss: Again, how the heck can my boobs get any bigger. I'm very concerned about this. I don't want to walk around looking like Anna Nicole Smith (may she rest in peace). Trying not to worry about it, watching my portion control and walking and working out on a regular basis.
Maternity clothes? Oui.
Stretch marks? My fair skinned curse. Lathering on the Vitamin E.
Sleep? Not bad. I've been naughty this week and have stayed up past 11:30 p.m. almost the entire week. I've been reading and watching movies and have actually felt pretty energetic...until I wake up the next morning. Baby kicks me awake anytime between 2:00 a.m. and 4:00 a.m. to go to the bathroom. This morning it was around 4:30 a.m. I usually waddle to the bathroom, check in on Caderyn and then waddle back to bed. I have had weird dreams this week. Here are the dreams I remember:
Dream 1: I went into labor and had the baby, but it turns out he was a GIRL. It was hilarious in my dream at how shocked we were and how we were telling people about the mix up.
Dream 2: I got super mad at Jeff because he got belligerently drunk at some family gathering and I totally went off on him in front of his family. It was one of those dreams that you wake up from and you're still mad until you realize it was just a dream. I always wonder why I dream this way sometimes. I'm not mad at Jeff at all. I'm actually really proud of him. He got a $1000 scholarship this week. Yay!
Dream 3: Zombies were attacking me and my children and I was trying to get them to safety. I got bitten. I woke up and was severely disturbed about this for probably an hour. I stayed in bed just thinking about it. I actually thought about that I would actually do if I was every bitten by a zombie. Oh these early morning, groggy thoughts.
Best moment this week? My Wednesday night pizza date with myself at Costco and possibly finding Caderyn a really, really nice preschool.
Food cravings: Nothing really this week. I did have a really tasty meatball sandwich yesterday. I wouldn't mind having another one of those, but I am now recalling how I burped it up the rest of the afternoon and that didn't taste as good (you all wanted to know that didn't you?).
Gender: Blue, Blue, my life is filled with blue.
Belly button in or out? In, but looking very stretchy and cavernous.
Movement? Sweet baby Jesus yes! We've also crossed into the realm of the hiccups.
What I miss? Beer, running and doing sit ups.
What I'm looking forward to: Not being in pain (my knees and ankles hurt this week) and, um, not having so much gas. There, I said it. Get used to it. It's common with all pregnant women. It's hilarious. I don't care what you think, we all have it.
Weekly wisdom: Hot evening showers wash away the worries of the day. My sweet relief.