Babies are the size of mangoes (6" long, 0.5 lbs)
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Oh Sweet Jesus!
Best parts of being pregnant, so far:
- no more sucking in my stomach when I'm standing around people.
- maternity pants!! holy crap - I think I'll wear these for the rest of my life.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Lava Lamp
Well, it's official, I've felt the babies move. It finally dawned on me a few days ago that the rumblings I'd been attributing to gas were actually baby movements.
I kind of feel like a lava lamp - the amniotic fluid is the liquid in the lava lamp and the babies are the lava bubbles.
I kind of feel like a lava lamp - the amniotic fluid is the liquid in the lava lamp and the babies are the lava bubbles.
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Saturday, December 04, 2010
Belly Photo: Week 17
I'm holding a turnip because the pregnancy books and websites use fruits and vegetables to explain the baby's size each week. This week they're the size of turnips - approximately 5" long and weigh 5 oz.
Personally, I think the books use the world's smallest vegetables and fruits because the turnip I'm holding in my hand is 10 oz. So technically, the cubs weigh the same as 1 turnip.
Thursday, December 02, 2010
Hormones
I’d heard the stories – friends bawling at a Kleenex commercial or breaking down looking at baby clothes. Hormones, they said. Don’t worry, they laughed, it’ll happen to you too. So, I was prepared for water works. I wasn’t prepared for what’s actually happening.
Annoyance. Anger. Irritation.
I’ve always had a pretty low tolerance for bs. I’ve never suffered fools. And I can’t stand incompetence.
Now, normally this hasn't been a problem, because I’ve tried to do a good job of being as neutral as possible (friendly, even) when I’ve come across people who irritate and annoy me. Well, not anymore. I’m not saying I’m mean or rude, I’ve just noticed that the mask I’ve been able to put up to block my disdain, annoyance and exasperation is on its way to completely disappearing.
In short – I’m starting to act more and more like my brother.
Huh.
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