Ambergontrail – Trying to get through life without dying of dysentery

I swear, each week the pics get later and later. Sorry guys!

How far along? 23 weeks and four days
Total weight gain/loss: Not sure, still refuse to buy a scale.
Maternity clothes? Absolutely
Stretch marks? One stretch mark from earlier seems to be stretching a little higher.
Sleep: Great in the early afternoon, at bedtime not as good.
Best moment this week: The baby got hiccups!
Movement: All throughout the day- especially at night, she wakes up at 9pm!
Food cravings: Ice cream sandwiches and good french fries!
Gender: Hopefully still a baby girl.
Labor Signs: None
Belly Button in or out? Quickly shallowing.
What I miss: Eating chocolate without getting heartburn. Having a bra that fits.
What I am looking forward to: Registering and getting the room ready.
Weekly Wisdom/ Snide Comments: Nothing this week, I don’t think.
Milestones: Baby’s first hiccups!

Now, the pics.

That turquoise top I mentioned

A little bit closer.

Super close shot, belly is sloping here

And, the glory shot- naked belly!!

Hello there, belly.

Although I wasn’t much of a fashion maven pre-pregnancy, at least I knew how to match what I was wearing. Now, when I wake in the morning, I hit snooze and fall back to sleep. Unfortunately, this makes me a little late, so I skip my before work breakfast and grab something when a co-worker gets in and allows me to step out for a second. Since I’m usually late, I grab a pair of pants that still fit, and a shirt that still fits. This doesn’t always make for an attractive outfit, considering my pants are all loose yoga gouchos in various colors, and maternity leggings that highlight my chicken legs and bulbous belly.

Take yesterday’s ensemble for instance. After hitting my snooze so many times I had to jolt out of bed (to head instantly to the bathroom)  to get ready quickly.  I grabbed three items from my bin of clothes: my navy blue gouchos, a dark brown semi-fitted top, and a gigantic pair of underwear. I was already wearing my gigantic bra. When I put that classy getup on, I realized I didn’t match. It wasn’t even that mis-matched but still cute look. Despite having both brown AND navy flip flops, I threw all caution to the wind and slipped on some plain black flip flops. Yes, you’re correct in remembering that I had not one stitch of black on.

Once I twisted my hair back into an undone semi-bun, I spritzed some perfume and waddled out the door. It wasn’t until I got to work that I realized that I didn’t match, and wasn’t cute. Did that stop me from going to get a burrito for lunch? Nope. Did seeing that bleach stain on my belly deter me from wearing the shirt out after work to a market? Nope.

Today I’m wearing the same kind of outfit, just backwards. Tight brown leggings, loose turquoise preggo top, navy flip flops. Oh yeah, I still have those brown ones that I don’t wear. Somehow, I think my top shrunk- it’s tighter up top and it seems shorter now, too.  Very fun, trying to decide what can fit and what can’t.

I gotta tell ya, preggos- nothing like having your underbelly stick to your thighs while you’re wearing a dress and sitting down.