How far along? 24 weeks 4 days Total weight gain/loss: I’ll find out tomorrow. Eeek. Maternity clothes? Yessir Stretch marks? Yes, at least two new ones on my belly. Sleep: A ton of time spent peeing, still some sleep going on. Best moment this week: She’s moved up by my bellybutton and was rocking out! Movement: All day long, especially with juice. Food cravings: Cheese sauce! Ice cream cones. Gender: Girly Labor Signs: None Belly Button in or out? She’s almost gone. What I miss: Not hurting myself getting out of bed. What I am looking forward to: Trying out strollers. Weekly Wisdom/ Snide Comments: “Wow, you could go any day now, huh?”. Milestones: Getting punched from the inside.
Pictures!!!
Check it out, baby.
Beware, nakey shot coming:
Eeeeeeee! MY EYES!!
I swore I’d never go topless on the internet again. HA. Joke.
As I mentioned many times before, “Knocked Up” is my favorite movie lately. I could watch the movie all day long and never ever get tired of it. Pre-preg (shall I come up with a name like, P.P.?) I had another go-to pregnancy/childbirth movie: “She’s Having a Baby”. You can find the synopsis here. This couple struggled with infertility, and she temped! Anyway, the movie has a twist that you can’t expect.
So, because of that ending, I’ve chosen to stay away. Which is why “Knocked Up” is on rotate. When I watch that movie, my favorite part is the ending, they have the baby, they’re happy, they’re with their friends. I especially like this song, as you may see why.
The lyrics of this song are adorable: “That’s my daughter in the water, everthing she knows I taught her…” and “Every thing, she sees, she says she wants. Every thing, she wants, I see she gets.” It just makes me giddy thinking about our own “daughter” we’re expecting, knowing she’s going to have Paul wrapped around her little finger. When I hear this song I feel no worry.
Okay, so I’m totally lagging here. I DID have plans to take a picture of my belly last night, but when I got home early, Paul and I crawled into bed to get some of that “sleep while you still can” sleep everyone has been telling us to savor.
Things, they are a changin’, if I could paraphrase Bob Dylan for a moment. The belly is here to stay (for at least 16 more weeks, okay PJ?), and now I feel more movement. My belly actually moves on its own, now. Late last night, I was reading my book and I felt something that wasn’t really gas bubbles. No, it was an actual tiny human, with tiny bones and thin skin and little eyebrows becoming more and more defined by day- moving in my belly. Now she never stops.
I can’t keep my legs together when I sit upright, unless I move my belly up to get my legs together. Now I sit in the most unladylike position- legs spread wide, splayed as if I was in the gynecologist’s office. So classy. My belly continually sticks to my thighs, my underwear is never where I left it last- it has taken to rolling under the belly in the most hysterical fashion.
Pre-preg I had a bit of a tum, so I never really bothered with bikini underwear because I assumed higher underwear would keep my belly sucked in. Finally, last week, I bought my first set of lowcut bikini underwear- it’s HEAVEN. At least, until it’s too small a size and the band cuts into the generous amount of skin I call my pubic area. Then heaven becomes a nightmare. Today I thought I was wearing another pair of these. Little did I know I was actually wearing a pair of pre-preg high-cut briefs. Brief was actually the best word for it, as the amount of time they stayed up where I left them was brief.
I am actually home now, weighing the options: nap time or make rice for dinner. Nap it is.
