Truths about me these days - in no particular order...order??? These days, I'm like, "what's that?!"
My boobs are way too big. I've never been a girl who wished for big boobs. I wore sports bras the entire year I went through puberty in hopes that they would stop growing. I'd rather have A's, but this month they feel more like double D's and this girl is less than ecstatic. I have completely embraced the maternity clothing from Target with both arms, boobs, and a stretchy waist band to boot!
As of last Friday, I am at the halfway point of pregnancy. I'd like to say time is flying by, but eh, it feels like it's taking forever and a day. I guess being excited about meeting our little one has me like a kid waiting for Christmas to get here.
I am truly touched and thankful for your kind and caring responses about my "I worry..." post. I'm pretty sure Henry knows there's a baby in my tummy. He has moved from sitting on my tummy to sitting on my thighs when he wants his back scratched (smile).
After finding out that she is a girl, I bought the first pink article of clothing for her. A pink and white polka dotted robe. My sister immediately commented how "fitting" it is that I bought her a robe as Adam and I are self proclaimed homebodies, and she just knows our little one will be too! I can already picture her playing on the floor in her pink polka dotted robe - looking as comfy and cute as ever.
Getting up to go potty twice a night is to be expected, right?!...Getting to the toilet and falling back asleep is not. Especially when you walk straight into the tub on your way back to bed. Sleep-walking has never been a problem for me, I suspect this has to do with the pregnancy. Let's hope.
Adam's first full verbalized thought after we found out it was a girl: "This means we will have to pay for a wedding." (smile) I know he is going to be the best daddy to a little girl. She will have him wrapped around her finger and paying for the best wedding money can buy.
Wouldn't you know that pregnancy heartburn is only onset by my favorite food. Pizza. It started a couple weeks ago, and is not fun at all. Pizza once a week is my thing. My guilt-free indulgence. Ugh, guess it won't be for the next 4.5 months.
I'm still running my four miles a day and doing Body Combat, but I must admit that it feels different now when I run. It doesn't hurt, it just feels like I have a melon attached to the front of my body making me front heavy. A melon plus two very large grapefruits on top ='s super front heavy.
Pregnancy brain is in full gear. I tried putting the milk back in the cupboard yesterday. And I'm officially no stranger to walking into rooms and then completely forgetting why I went in the first place.
Maternity jeans itch. The elastic part that goes over my belly drove me cray-cray last Friday. I'm still saying that i love them though, for the shear fact that they fit - unlike my old jeans.
Adam and I are having fun and entertaining conversations with family and friends over what her name will be. We have narrowed down a list and are still open to other options if anyone has any, but we are pretty sure we will take our list with us to the hospital and choose one for her after we meet her.
I'd love to say that "nesting" is in full gear, but dusting the blinds is seriously the very last thing I want to do right now. I'm thinking we may have to hire that out.
Oh, and hormones officially have my nose stuffy. Yay. I feel super glamorous blowing my nose every few minutes. Add allergies, and I am miserable and longing for the days when I can take Alieve Cold and Sinus medication again - my go-to choice of meds when not pregnant.
On the bright side, at least I'm not to the point that I pee myself when I blow my nose - so that's a major plus. For now anyway... spoke too soon on this one.
I miss alcohol. More than I miss my old jeans. It's not like I was a drink a day kind of girl, but seriously a beer or glass of wine sounds so wonderful some evenings.
I have not felt butter bean move around. I think I might have, but like the doctor says, it could be gas...I'm looking forward to when I can really feel this butter bean giving me jabs and kicks - she did go through Body Combat training with me, after all, so I want her to show me what she learned (wink, wink!).
I am so not shy about using this line: "But babe, growing a human being is hard work!" Especially - but not limited to - when it comes to who has to get up and turn the lights out before bed.
Truth: Being pregnant is not like they depict on t.v. Not.At.All. It's seriously the coolest concept but with the weirdest side effects ever. The outcome wonderful and worth it, I know, but it doesn't make the side effects less weird. I may be sitting out the next few years before we I decide to do it again, yes, but I would not trade this experience (acne and all) for the world.
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