So last night at a casual party, a girl that I went to school with but haven’t seen in years came up to me, placed one hand around me in a friendly hug and put the other hand lovingly on my stomach and asked when I was due. Seven weeks ago. It’s time to get serious about losing this weight.
The past week has been a bit challenging - with the constant end-of-pregnancy swelling, sleeplessness and general discomfort, the double ear infections AND sinus infection (going on week 2 now) and the remodeling of all three of our bathrooms.
BUT last night, my group of girl friends threw me an intimate, surprise baby shower and it made this past week so much better. My little girl and I racked up (photos to follow if I can get my act together). But most of all, I really needed a good girls’ night - complete with delicious pasta, bread, salad and cupcakes (all my favorites!!) - to set things right.
I still can’t hear at all out of my left ear this morning and look like the Goodyear blimp, but overall I am in a much better place.
Can’t wait for this baby to get here!
I just filched half and half from a coworker’s stash so that I didn’t have to walk up a flight of stairs to the second floor kitchen for coffee accoutrements.
Apparently I have graduated from “really big” to “huge” according to my favorite coworker.
I just ordered a maternity bathing suit online for our upcoming anniversary trip. I’m not sure the beach is ready for this.
It is not ok to stare at my ever expanding baby bump and/or make comments on how big I am getting. I am pregnant people. I am SUPPOSED to be getting bigger. For the record, I am well within normal weight gain for 28 weeks (I was as shocked as you are!), so back off.
Brought to you by the (somewhat) testy pregnant lady.