Wow, it has been a long time since I’ve had a chance to blog! Ive been crazy busy at work, and report cards have hijacked most of my evenings! I can finally see the light at the end of the “report card tunnel” so I am taking time today, to blog!!
I am finally starting to look pregnant! Yay! I love it! I can see that my belly button is slowly making it’s way from an “inny” to an “outy,” weird, but exciting! My boobs are still way bigger than my belly, but my belly is catching up! I have gone up two cup sizes with my boobs now fitting comfortably in a D cup!! Wow, who knew??? My snoogle continues to be the only thing I get intimate with at night, and my sluggish bowels and the boating make me wonder if I won’t get hemeroides just trying to take a crap!
I am still fitting into some of my own clothes while some of the maternity stuff is still a little too big. My fingernails are growing like crazy, while the hair on my legs is not growing at all!!!
I still havn’t had any “cravings” but I’ve been enjoying icing, boat loads of it! Sometimes I just eat it off a spoon right out of the Betty Crocker can. Sweet chilli Doritos are a weakness and so are “haystack” cookies.
If I do say so myself, I have managed to keep my emotional hormones in check, no random crying, or freaking out and I can count on one hand, how many times I’ve been mad at Marty for no rational reason. I am tired though, but I’ll admit that is probably because I can’t seem to get headed for bed before 11pm, ever!
The kids at school are adorable! The grade fours always give me hugs, saying, one for you and one for “mini me!” They always say Bonjour Mme. W and bonjour Mini me, with a little wave just for my bump. The grade 8 girls are sooo curious about how it “feels to have something growing inside you,” and the teachers are constantly telling me how “cute” I am.
Marty? He’s just plain weirded out by all the changes. He doesn’t want to hear about my newly protruding belly button and he doesn’t want to closely examine the new veins appearing on my boobs. He is grossed out that when I do finally have a great crap, it takes over four flushes and a plunger to break it up enough for it to fit down the toilet. He keeps telling me these are things I should keep to myself, but you know me, I can’t! LOL