I’ve officially hit 18 weeks with this bell pepper and
things they are a changin. I’m not only an entire year older into the third
decade of my time here on this planet, but I’m also living large and not so in
charge. Hormones have stayed at bay as much as possible. I can say that I’ve
gotten noticibly bitchy a few times but I recognized it right away (even though
there was nothing I could do about it) and it didn’t stick around.
What hasn’t been staying the same is my pants size. Happily,
my thighs and butt can still fit into all my old pants, but the belly is a
growin. Everyone that knows me can notice the baby bump. Strangers just think I’m
chubby. However people want to explain it away to themselves, I am growing and
in need of wardrobe help. I bit the bullet and drove down to hit up the
Motherhood store in the mall in desperate need of at least two pair of dress
pants to get me through a week in the corporate office. Tops are fitting a
little more snug but hey, I’ve never had a remotely full bust so I’m going to
take all the shirt stretching eye catching I can get for the time being. During
pregnancy, there is A LOT “they” don’t tell you starting with how bad hormones
can be to how bad the fatigue is, to the crown jewel: maternity pants are
amazing. This is the first bit of super duper exciting pregnancy news that I
have found out and feel as though “they” should be shouting from the rooftops. I
tried on 4 pairs of pants, loved 2, cashed out and walked out of the store all
within 20-25 minutes. I have never liked a pair of pants in every single fit
way more and quicker than I have trying on maternity pants. So yes, this is
happening: #pregnancywin
In birthday news, in order to continue to save more clams, I
decided that I was going to make my own birthday cake and that my birthday
dinner request was home cooked chicken parm – not cooked by me. Dinner was
great and you can’t beat homemade chocolate cake with funfetti vanilla
frosting. Can’t beat it so much that I have ended up grabbing a fingerfull of
frosting nearly every time that I have walked by the damn cake all week. Apparently
the bell pepper rather enjoys frosting as much as I do. I had some cake after
dinner and sat on the couch a few days ago and sure enough that bell pepper
decided to get its groove on. Knowing how badly I have had gas since this whole
thing has started, at first I contributed it to that but the next more
persistent time I could distinctly tell that it was not gas. It was much
different and I’ve been noticing it in the evening now or after I have
something sugary. Odd feeling, but good to know the bell pepper is alive and
kicking.
Headed for a week in the corporate office. Going to try and
ensure that I keep my stress level down as much as possible and, if nothing
else, focus on the 20 week ultrasound appointment that I’ve got a few days
after I get back from this trip. It’s been nearly two months since I’ve seen
how this kid is doing and I’m nosey. Mom’s are allowed to be nosey, even in-utero,
right? Right then.
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