Two days ago I thought to myself, I love being pregnant. I forgot how much I loved this stage and how great it is and blah blah. Today? Between last night and today I might have reached my breaking point. I have 15 weeks left. I’m supposed to get bigger? How in the heck am I going to breath? How come walking the dogs, brushing the dogs, and changing the sheets on the bed are enough to exhaust me like running a 10k would? A snail passed me on my way to work today. I waddle. I can’t eat complete meals anymore, yet I’m hungry all the time. Like, 65% of the time.
and I’m only going to get bigger.
TO BE FAIR. I know I’m not that big, but I think I forgot about this stuff last year. I vaguely remember not being able to put on tights and shoes and stuff, but I don’t remember not being able to move. I also don’t want this baby to come anytime soon because I’ve got stuff to do (and buy).
Life with the Taylor’s this week has been pretty great. For the first time in like three months we had a weekend with zero plans and we did all the fun things. We voted for Hillary in the primary. We went to the park. We went shopping for fun. We have started arranging the house (and buying yardsale/craigslist furniture for cheap) and I’m getting antsy about wanting to throw all the things away and pick all the things up. Purging is my happy place.
Last night Phil and I celebrated our third year anniversary. And for the third year in a row we didn’t do anything 🙂 One day we will. I actually don’t mind not going out on a date or doing dinner or anything on our anniversary. Instead we forego Valentines day and still get each other gifts in accordance with the year. So, this year I got new Jack Rogers (leather) and Phil got a passport holder (leather). We are so burnt out from life and pregnancy and a toddler that it’s hard to just go enjoy a meal when we both just want to lay down and watch March Madness. Eventually we will start doing something, but for now this is good enough. As I went upstairs last night I leaned over the balcony and said, “It’s not that I don’t love you, I just am too fat to enjoy sitting on the couch with you right now.”
Speaking of antsy and looking for things to do, I have 4 countdowns on my phone. 1) Savannah 2) Work Meeting 3) Baby and 4) Big Day. I obsessively check them. I’m ready to get started if you can’t tell!
Baby This Week:
Surprise! I got bored on Tuesday night and gave myself bangs. Oops.
How Far Along: 25 weeks (It’s funny to read that I felt the exact same way with Anna at this point).
Size of Baby: Baseball Glove/Prairie Dog. Kid weighs 2 lbs!
Total Weight Gain: I’m a beached whale.
Movement: I’ve got an Anna #2 in there. This baby dances a lot. And responds to certain books that my child makes me read every night (Go Dog Go and Are you my Mother–which Anna so cutely says “the egg jumped!”).
Status of my Belly: I just am in shock that it’s going to get bigger. It looks like a there is a full size baby in there.
To be fair though, if you look at the side by side picture of me pregnant with Anna at 25 weeks and this baby..I look to be the same size. So I guess I just forgot. oops.
Doctor’s Appointments: For once we’ve got no doctor appointments for a while! But what we do have is Melissa’s need to organize everything. So that’s what I will be doing. For the next 10-11 weeks. Oh. And I’m also hiring a maid because I can’t clean the bathroom anymore and you know who isn’t picking up a toilet brush anytime soon.