I’m writing most of this post on Wednesday afternoon, because by tomorrow morning, I’m going to be running around the house packing last minute things and trying to get on the road for a girls’ weekend away with 5 of my fellow IF ladies.
I cannot freakin wait!!
I give my husband a lot of credit for supporting me in this. When I first did this 13 months ago (with a group of non-TTC bloggy friends), he thought I was bat-shit crazy for wanting to meet up with internet friends. Then, during this past year when the TTC/IF struggle got even more intense for us, he started to really understand how much you ladies meant to me. He saw how your advice and your prayers during the seemingly endless failed TTC cycles helped me and how now that I’m on the other side of the IF hell fence, you organize virtual baby showers for me (and Rockstar)! At any rate, I owe him a huge thank you for not even questioning me for a minute when I tell him I’m taking off for four days to hang out with more internet friends. In fact, he thinks it’s pretty damn cool. Thanks, honey. 🙂
Rockstar is up to the size of a squash this month (15.2-16.7″ long and weighing 2.5-3.8#). I guess by this point in pregnancy, the baby’s size has more to do with environmental factors and less to do with genetic factors, hence the varied length/weight amounts. Pretty cool that this kiddo is an individual already. Also, s/he is strong enough to grasp a finger now. I like thinking about that. 🙂
I weighed in at 178# this morning. That’s up 3# from last week, and up 17# overall. Quite the jump, but I’m trying to remind myself that my weight always fluctuates a few pounds and to not worry about it. I’m still eating pretty healthy overall – thankfully I’m still craving fruit all the time!
General symptoms: Breathing while walking is getting a lot harder recently, and I realized that I grunt ALL.THE.TIME. when I get up from any sort of sitting/reclining position. Dead sexy, I know. I try to live in flip flops and slippers now, because it sucks to try to lean over and tie my tennis shoes, and no matter how much I try to suck in my belly, shaving *down there* is like going in blind, and that’s scary. #NoThankYou
It’s super fun to look pregnant, and at the same time, yet it’s a little scary to think of how much bigger I’m going to get over the next 10 weeks. This shit is getting REAL!