This is what my charming husband suggested I call this entry. I'm becoming one of those people who just blogs about their baby. But since I'm creating a miracle within my body and he is not, I win.
Having a baby had changed me in a lot of ways. No, not in some sappy, 'everything is right in the world' kind of way. I'm sure that will happen when the baby is actually wrenched from my nether regions and placed into my arms. But for now, the changes are mostly physical.
I've just gotten back from my doctor and have been told that I've gained 11 pounds since the beginning of this pregnancy. This is pretty good, I guess, but the thing is, we also just found out that the baby is 1 pound, 3 ounces. That means that there are 10 other pounds just hanging out. Oddly enough, most of them have gone to my feet. They've grown about half a size and I've been told this will not change. Goodbye, cute size 6 1/2 shoes. Hello, size 7s. But that's OK.
I did have some pretty terrible morning sickness in the beginning, too, but it's really calmed down. However, I still throw up on about 50% of mornings while brushing my teeth. It's odd because I'm fine at night. The smell of our garbage can and a sink full of dishes also does it to me. Otherwise, I'm fine...except for the Mexican food thing. Sorry, Mexico. Your enchiladas are no bueno to me now.
The best physical thing to change, though, is my belly. It's becoming more and more 'pregnant-looking' and less 'Freshman 15' by the day. And, most excitingly, I can feel Sophie kicking and rolling around in there. The other night, I was reading on the porch and it was very quiet. I started drumming a little on my belly, and I swear she started kicking right then. When I stopped, she stopped. I started up again, and she kicked again. So either she was really loving it, or else she was doing the baby equivalent of banging a broom handle against the ceiling when your upstairs neighbors are having a party. Either way, it was nice.
Hope you're having a good day today!
xo
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