22 weeks
My due date is in four months. At times, four months seems like it will last forever and my tummy will continue to grow little by little for the rest of my life. Other times, I feel like there is so little time left for me to live the life of a non-mother. I've been reading a book about breast-feeding, and I'm beginning to a little weirded out by the idea of being a mother. It's not about the nursing itself. I have always planned to feed my babies in this way, and what a giant waste of flesh it would be if I did not use the DD's for this purpose. Just the idea of being the mama is getting to be a little scary.
At the same time, I can hardly wait for the baby to be born. I actually wish my belly were bigger. I seem to be on a borderline between looking pregnant and fat. I'm used to looking fat; I want to look pregnant. I've had a few requests for belly pictures from my friends that I never get to see. I promise I'll put some up soon.
All seems to be going well in this fifth month. My newest craving is grapes with Tabasco sauce. It tastes so good together, but it makes my lips burn for hours. My aversion to sweet things is officially over. For several months, I wasn't interested in any form of cake, cookie, candy, etc. Now I want all of them together. Little Debbie's call out to me from the grocery store shelves. There is a Coldstone located dangerously close to my office. So far, I have been good and resisted most temptation, but I don't know how long I can keep it up.
I have gained about 8 pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight, but that means I've put on about 15 because I lost weight in the first three months. I dread the weight that is coming. I don't mind being a healthy weight and keeping my baby healthy. I do mind weighing more than my husband. That day when I outweigh him is coming. I predict irrational emotions, crying and throwing things.
Overall, I am content am happy at this point. I'm more than halfway through the process. Even with my insecurities, I can't wait to hold my baby for the first time.
At the same time, I can hardly wait for the baby to be born. I actually wish my belly were bigger. I seem to be on a borderline between looking pregnant and fat. I'm used to looking fat; I want to look pregnant. I've had a few requests for belly pictures from my friends that I never get to see. I promise I'll put some up soon.
All seems to be going well in this fifth month. My newest craving is grapes with Tabasco sauce. It tastes so good together, but it makes my lips burn for hours. My aversion to sweet things is officially over. For several months, I wasn't interested in any form of cake, cookie, candy, etc. Now I want all of them together. Little Debbie's call out to me from the grocery store shelves. There is a Coldstone located dangerously close to my office. So far, I have been good and resisted most temptation, but I don't know how long I can keep it up.
I have gained about 8 pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight, but that means I've put on about 15 because I lost weight in the first three months. I dread the weight that is coming. I don't mind being a healthy weight and keeping my baby healthy. I do mind weighing more than my husband. That day when I outweigh him is coming. I predict irrational emotions, crying and throwing things.
Overall, I am content am happy at this point. I'm more than halfway through the process. Even with my insecurities, I can't wait to hold my baby for the first time.
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