Now, let’s move on and tell you what’s new! Tons of things are new. For example, this morning I lay in bed while my little son gave his firing squad permission to assault my belly-button. That was uncomfortable, but, you know, comforting. What a complex child he will be! I can already tell.
Dreams! Let’s talk about the dreams. The last few nights, I’ve dreamed that I’ve been shooting people, and doing crazy pregnancy-safe things like performing belly flops and playing high-contact basketball. These dreams were both uncomfortable and disconcerting. I’d list them under the “Evidence We’re Not Ready for Children” category, but unfortunately I wasn’t carrying a camera during my dreams. Just a shotgun.
The weight! I’ve gained weight. Fifteen glorious pounds, which I explained to Kyle yesterday are really “hidden” pounds, like how I’ve gained 7 pounds in increased blood flow, 6 pounds in extra uterus, and 2 pounds in baby. 7 + 6 + 2 = 15. See? Fifteen hidden pounds! Despite what this picture may try to tell you, none of the milkshakes have gone to my face. No, siree.
23-24 Weeks
Gear! The newest love of my soon-to-be-diaper-carrying life:
My infatuation
And my all-natural, good-natured attempt to prevent stretch marks:
Coming soon: A giant thank-you to everyone who so generously provided wonderful book suggestions!
Hey! I’ve been wondering how the belly was looking since a woman we go to church with is a little bit behind you and was already showing a decent amount. My blog has also fallen a bit by the wayside since I barely have time to cook, let alone write about it.
Those 15 pounds don’t even count. And don’t let anyone tell you any differently!
You look great…I wish I would have looked that good when I was 24 weeks!