Lots of kicking… steadily gaining weight (4 lbs this month, no thanks to the holidays)… waking up twice a night (flying through TP!)… getting clumsier… baby hiccuping? A co-worker called me “chunky.” Eric helps me plug in the hair dryer every night because I have a hard time bending over. I had a dream that the baby’s arm suddenly popped out of my tummy, while still inside a layer of my skin (apparently translucent)… and I could see all the capillaries and stuff in his hand!
Overall, though, I feel good. Energy level is normal, appetite is hearty, and I’m trying to EMBRACE my changing body. Every day I catch myself just staring at my belly, or into the mirror at my midsection, for minutes until Eric comes along and is all “whatcha doin?” or “how’s my family!?” When baby moves, my stomach ripples/jolts unexpectedly… it’s amazing to see. One morning I think we could even feel where his head was! (Well, either his head or his butt — it was very round.) Also, my stomach is getting firmer to the touch… not soft and mushy anymore. On that note, more and more people are touching my stomach these days, and I sense students staring whenever I walk by. People look at my stomach before looking at my face… all of which must mean, I’ve reached an “obviously pregnant” stage.
We celebrated our 3-year anniversary (no wedding cake this year!), the New Year (fell asleep watching the Babies documentary), and Eric’s birthday (I couldn’t stomach dessert b/c of heartburn)! Low-key yet precious moments… the last of just-the-two-of-us, as we have been reminded. I love my husband. Yet I’m also SO excited to celebrate with our up and coming family. Until then… school started and we are back to the daily grind. Little brother is back on the East Coast.
This picture is a few weeks old, but did you know that some women’s bellies get fuzzy when they are pregnant? Think peach fuzz. Alas, I am one of those lucky women! Kinda embarrassing.
