How far along? 26 weeks 3 days
Total weight gain/loss: As of 24w6d I gained 4.5 pounds so far this pregnancy.
Maternity clothes? Si senor
Stretch marks? I’m full of new ones constantly.
Sleep: Okay, not great
Best moment this week: Casey got to say goodbye to the belly.
Movement: All the time, right now, in fact!
Food cravings: Kraft Macaroni and Cheese (blue box) and cold navel oranges
Gender: She’s all lady
Labor Signs: None
Belly Button in or out? Innie, but getting smaller
What I miss: Putting on shoes
What I am looking forward to: Our 4D ultrasound on the 31st!
Weekly Wisdom/ Snide Comments: “How many are in there?”
Milestones: I can’t actually think of anything right now.
Pics!!
Forgive me for the very dirty mirror and fluff covered shirt. The mirror is clean until I need to take pictures- then it becomes a mess!
Bellylicious
Now, the paleness that is my belly. Love it.
All black was not a good idea
Casey just came in to say goodbye. I never really thought I’d be old enough to watch her go off to college, but it just goes to show life goes on, whether or not you’re willing to let go.
Maybe a part of me is so sad to see her go because that means I’ll have to grow up, and accept the fact that I’m almost thirty, and a mother to be. I did all I could with her/for her and now it’s time for her to find her own way.
I am so proud of her, I really am. She worked SO hard to get into college (early admission!) that I know she’s going to work hard her whole life, no matter what obstacles come her way. I also know she’s a great young woman, as evidenced by the fact that she came into the office just to say goodbye, and to rub my belly one last time before the baby is born.
Oh my god, can that possibly be true? I’m due November 22, and she’s coming home for Thanksgiving on the 25th. There is a chance, a small one, yes, that the next time she sees me I won’t be pregnant anymore, that I’ll be a MOTHER. Casey told me she would come see me and the baby first thing upon her arrival back home.
It was when she and my boss started talking about the baby that I almost started crying. I already hate goodbyes, heck, I cried when we dropped my Dad off at the airport for a trip to Sydney. I cry when HE dropped US off for our trip to Kauai. I HATE them. So knowing that one thing I hate- saying goodbye- will be coupled with another thing I hate- CHANGE- I couldn’t stand it. I had to change the subject before I started crying.
When she mentioned how fast it all is going, I wanted to tell her to stop- be six years old again! Let’s make some play-doh and go for a walk in the park. I’ll buy you ice cream and let you braid my hair if you’ll just stop growing up. It’s starting to feel too close to home, people getting older and moving on, the baby just beating away at my insides. Pretty soon it’ll be me saying goodbye to my daughter, and that scares the hell out of me.
