I'm having a hard time believing it's been three weeks since my last post. In that time I've given in to the roominess of the full panel maternity pant. And it's a good thing, because I hate to imagine how cranky I'd be if my pants were too tight, on top of the sudden increase in waistline, heartburn, leg cramps, general discomfort in bed, and fatigue (I wonder if those last two are connected in any way?). I welcome the quickly expanding belly, actually, for obvious reasons, of course, but also because I feel like I finally look pregnant and not just super bloated. And I still can't complain too much about the side effects of growing a human. The leg cramps have only woken me up a couple of times and the heartburn was at its worst one night about a week ago when I woke up really wishing I'd had something healthier for dinner than 5 giant, fried crab rangoon, followed by two small slices of pie (chocolate cream and lemon something-or-other)...plus seconds a little later. I was clearly asking for it and felt so guilty when my heartburn was accompanied by lots of kicking from my very active and probably very uncomfortable unborn baby. I popped a few Tums for the first time this pregnancy and I have a feeling they'll find a permanent home in my purse over the next three months.
Aside from my complaining, there's not a whole lot else to report. Baby G's kicking continues to be pretty consistent and strong, to the point that resting my hand on my belly whenever I can no longer satisfies my curiosity over what he's up to in there. I can now spend a half-hour or so just staring at my navel, waiting for my belly to move and bounce as a result of his movement. That might explain why I've had a hard time crossing every item off of my daily to-do list this weekend.
As for that expanding waistline, I might have to post an updated belly pic before the 6 month mark in two weeks. Stay tuned...
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