Baby P is the size of (as long as) a Carrot. She is roughly 10.5 inches and 3/4 of a pound. Honestly I hate the comparison to a Carrot.... that makes her seem so frail and thin!!
Seeing the pics in the purple dress made my belly seem bigger than it is so I changed quickly......
Ok, no. Still looks big! I guess this is the first week that I feel like my belly is legitimately looking pregnant and not just bloated.
New this week: My first random belly rubs (or should I say belly rubs from randoms).... surprisingly I was not as offended as I thought I would be, however don't appreciate this complete disregard of personal space. It was at an alumni event at my parents' high school, hence people that felt they "knew me" but I've never met. I find it interesting that almost every belly touch was FOLLOWED BY A (not preceded with) "Is it OK if I touch your belly?"..... well Bubba, you've already crossed that line, so you may as well enjoy.
Sleep: Well, at least I had a couple of solid weeks of sleep somewhere between trimester 1 and 2 because I'm back to waking up every hour tossing and turning from my back.
NOT TO MENTION: Kevin shut the door to our master bathroom before getting in bed two nights ago. This is even less than a rare occurrence, it is a never occurrence. Of course being a careful preggo my eyes are on the ground making sure to not trip on shoes or dogs. And I have mentioned before that my body does not give me any notice of when I need to Pee so it is typically a hurried journey from bed to toilet. I don't even think I need to say what happened. That's right, head-throbbing, knuckle-scarring, knees-hurting slam into a door. I stood there cradling my head for a good 2 minutes. Needless to say, I didn't want to hear a bleeping peep out of Kevin, the peanut gallery, in bed. "What was that? Are you OK? What were you running or something? Are you OK? Why won't you answer me?" NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR STUPID QUESTIONS, I snapped back. He then proceeded to tell me how hot it was in our bedroom. Yes, thank you meteorologist, I did wake up in the sweats so thanks for reminding me of this fabulous predicament. After a traumatic event like this it took me quite some time to fall back asleep.
Movement: Her movements are becoming like clockwork. She starts flailing around in there after almost every time I eat (which is a lot!). There have even been a couple that made me jump, Kevin got to feel one of those kicks.... in. the. FACE. Though I have also noticed that she moves when I am excitable..... and when I say excitable I mean excited happy, Florida State football excited, and excited stressed/anxious. And that's one thing that I do NOT like, that she reacts to me being upset or nervous.
Maternity Clothes: I officially need a maternity shopping spree. I am going through old clothes that I haven't worn in years in hopes of finding anything that fits. I love the maternity clothes I already have, but they are no longer enough (and a couple of them I can't fit in yet). There are only so many days in a week you can wear the same pants. And all of the tops that still fit me are tanks and tees. I need some professional pieces BAD. Worrying about finding something to wear is one of the easiest things to take off of the stress plate. And it needs to get done, now!
Food Cravings: Last week I got a very RANDOM craving for Pizza Hut. I don't even like Pizza Hut, but there were no substitutions. Sweets are always on the list. One crunchy snack that I've really enjoyed having around is Baked Lays Cheddar and Sour Cream (they were BOGO at Publix last week so we stocked up).
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