1. There's a literal Cirque du Soleil going on in my uterus. The Lentil thinks she's a bloody acrobat. She'll kick me really hard on one side and then flip around completely and kick me on the other. She's getting to be level with my ribs and good grief, with some well aimed kicks, she's been hitting them. While she's been kicking pretty regularly, I still can't get used to it. Almost every time I think, "What the H was that?" Then I remember there's an alien baby growing there. If I'm in the privacy of my own home, I yank up my shirt and watch her move around.
2. Nothing makes me more excited than when The Lentil kicks and Husband runs over to feel her. That's one of those sappy things that makes you love your husband to death.
3. My waddle has become a lot more pronounced. I am actively practicing both the hip hike and the exaggerated hip swing. I look like Mulan when she's trying to learn to walk like a man.
4. My pants don't fit. I'm not talking about a pair of jeans here, I'm talking about my scrubs that I've been trying to pass off as dress pants for the past three months. They don't fit anymore. Today I put them on and had to situate them underneath my entire belly so they don't squeeze the life out of me. It would be fine, but every time I move, my pregnant belly somehow finds a way to poke out from my copious layers of shirts, undies, and pants. Believe me, it's NOT attractive.
5. I haven't thrown up in four whole days.
6. I'm still very concerned about the myth that women are only pregnant for nine months. I've been pregnant for 24 weeks - to me that means six months. But doing the math, I still have 3 3/4 months left to go. And that means I'm going to be pregnant forever.
7. I already can't roll over in bed without waking up completely.
8. The Lentil, along with kicking me in the ribs, is squishing my bladder and my intestines. This means numerous mid-night trips to the bathroom only to find that there's either a little, tiny bit coming out or nothing at all. My poor body is going to be so confused after this baby is born - I hope my "pipes" get back to normal at some point, because this is driving me nuts.
9. I have my 25-week check-up tomorrow. That means it's time to do the gestational diabetes test. I'm dreading it.
10. Husband bought me some lotion with shea butter in it to combat the stretch marks. Hopefully it works. Husband's friend at the Clinique counter (yes, he has a friend at the Clinique counter) promised it would.
2 comments:
if judy says shea butter will work then that is what will work! never doubt judy the clinique girl.
Oh, I thought you were talking about THE Judy. Because THE Judy also swears by shea butter. She says it's the Cadillac of lotions.
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