Week 21- July 8th - July 14th
Due Date: November 18, 2011
How Big is Baby: As big as a banana-- which seems like 1/3 of the size of a cantaloupe, but I'm no doctor.
Symptoms: Things are not too bad at all. I feel great almost everyday!
Cravings: No cravings either. I'm a boring pregnant lady.
Sleep: Still great! Thank you lord.
I Can't Live Without: Drinks. I cannot get enough liquid.
I Miss: Fair rides. We went to the fair last weekend and I had to sit out of everything. Also, I miss laying on my stomach at the pool.
I am Looking Forward to: Meeting baby!
Milestones: He's been kicking me a lot lately-- we picked out his baby bedding-- we picked out paint colors-- my mother and I found a 25 dollar solid wood dresser at a yard sale that we've refinished into a darling changing table-- and the registry is done!
Awkward Moments: Lord. My husband is so awkward (i.e. he tries to be funny). At our 7 week appointment he was joking around with the dildo cam condoms. On Tuesday, we had our breastfeeding class. I had to tell him to refrain from speaking altogether after he tried to find boobs in the book and pretended to breastfeed a plastic doll.
Also, I'm fed up with people and their dumb comments. It's like people cannot see a pregnant person without making some idiotic comment about size. Since becoming pregnant myself, I have learned that even if a woman has gained 34523452343 pounds and looks like hell, I will ONLY tell her how small and beautiful she looks. On Wednesday, I went to a work shop for work. While there, some dumbass troll of a woman that I've seen ONCE in my entire life asked me how far along I was. After I told her she said, "OH MY GOD. YOU ARE HUGE. I wasn't even that huge when I was 9 months." I promptly turned around and walked out of her presence. Next person that says anything like that to me will be punched in the face. The end.
Exercise: I've been trying to do 2 miles on the treadmill most days.
Diet: It depresses me. I've been gaining like a lb a week and I always promise to start watching what I eat after I step off the scale. Then I see candy and ice cream and cave. Sob. I lack self control.
Movement: He has officially made his presence known and he kicks me numerous times per day! It's actually kind of scary and has taken my breath away by surprise.
Gender: It's a boy!
Labor Signs: It’s far too soon for this!
Toodles, gotta run.
I have to go stuff myself with fried seafood with the girls.
(and THIS is why my diet sucks).
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