So yes, we've reached the stretchy black dress portion of this pregnancy, officially.
SO, Awkward:
Heartburn…..oh my gosh heartburn. I finally got a prescription for some medicine that works Thursday but before that I’m fairly sure that I puked/burped up (aren’t you glad I’m sharing this?) half of my dinner one night last week, and it was honestly a rather small dinner. Of course, after that I ate 1/2 a cup of ice cream and that made me feel better, so at this point am I to assume that I should just start eating ice cream for dinner? I mean, there’s gotta be some validity to that theory, right?
I am to the point where I need someone to pull me up off the couch pretty much every time I need to stand up. Any takers? I can pay you in Netflix streaming and popsicles, two things we have a lot of around here.
I am to the point where I need someone to pull me up off the couch pretty much every time I need to stand up. Any takers? I can pay you in Netflix streaming and popsicles, two things we have a lot of around here.
Awesome:
My protein pancakes. Again, at certain times of the day (mostly just breakfast) baby has gotten into eating ALL the health food again, so I’ve been making these like crazy. And they are so dang good, particularly with banana slices and some walnuts thrown into the batter.
4D ultrasound pictures. I won’t be posting them here (call me crazy, but I just don’t think the internet needs photos of the inside of my uterus) but she does definitely look like Darrell! Not that I’m surprised, have you read about this?
Sitting and listening to your husband learn a lullaby for your baby-to-be on the couch while it rains outside the window, and everything is right in the world.
That same evening Darrell offered to go to the store in the rain to get me a caffeine free Diet Coke, and even though I didn’t make him, I’ll be darned if I didn’t think about that stupid Diet Coke until the next morning when I went to the store myself.
4D ultrasound pictures. I won’t be posting them here (call me crazy, but I just don’t think the internet needs photos of the inside of my uterus) but she does definitely look like Darrell! Not that I’m surprised, have you read about this?
Sitting and listening to your husband learn a lullaby for your baby-to-be on the couch while it rains outside the window, and everything is right in the world.
That same evening Darrell offered to go to the store in the rain to get me a caffeine free Diet Coke, and even though I didn’t make him, I’ll be darned if I didn’t think about that stupid Diet Coke until the next morning when I went to the store myself.
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