Finally! I'm officially into my second trimester, which is exciting and frightening all at once. I can't believe how fast it's gone, and I can't believe I've only got 6 mths left. I haven't done a thing to prepare, and the weeks just keep ticking by. Like a train, rumbling toward us bringing one very large (yet tiny) package. I just hope we're ready when it arrives.
Looking at my weekly pregnancy guide thing, it says the baby should be about 3 inches and weigh a little over an ounce. Still pretty tiny, though I just measured three inches and that seems rather large to me. There's really something that size inside of me? Right now? The pregnancy calendar also mentions that "pregnancy amnesia" could start to kick in, and um, yup. It's here. Today for instance, we met up with Bridgette and Owen to pick up a few things at our favorite seasonal farmers market (which started today, finally) and I drove, which is rare. Caleb, as the male, believes he should be the one to drive and for the most part I let him. It's nice to sit back and relax. Anyway, we got out of the car and as we walked away I turned and asked him if he'd grabbed the keys. He hadn't, of course, Car Custom requires the driver to be responsible for the keys. The driver, in this case, being me. The keys were in the ignition, right where I'd left them. Never in my life have I ever done that. Who gets out of the car without their keys?! Later on I was measuring some fabric for a mother's day gift (I know, but trust me, I didn't go near a sewing machine. Pics to follow soon...) and had to re-measure about eight different times because I kept making one dumb mistake after another. Maybe all those headaches knocked something loose up there.
I went shopping over the weekend(while Caleb cleaned the house! I know! It's like every girl's fantasy) to try and get a few...loose tops. There are two certain objects that refuse to cooperate with 98% of the current clothing I own, and I'm getting pretty sick of wearing the same three shirts. My trip to the mall was a total bust, coming away with only a bra (SO needed...) and a Bella Band, which I totally love. Every pregnant women out there should get one, for reals. I became desperate and ran to Target the other day at lunch and actually found three shirts (out of the nine bazillion I tried on) that would work, and I bought all three. It was that serious.
(Terrible picture, I know, I forgot that taking the photo lengthwise produces giant pictures on Typepad and no one needs to see a life size photo of my stomach.) (Also, please forgive my sleep lines...) It might not look like I need new clothes, but trust me, a few hours from taking this shot the Dreaded Baby Bloat rears it's ugly head and settles in for the rest of the day, leaving me feeling and looking like I've just downed an entire Family Size Value Meal from Kentucky Fried Chicken. And then requested seconds. Nevermind the fact that I've stopped eating my daily Dannon Activia to combat my issues (can't stomach it ever since I became pregnant). I'm just a walking time bomb, people. I could blow any minute!
Tomorrow we're hopping a plane to Utah for a crazy-filled whirlwind of a weekend. It seems like every time we fly home we end up running from one function to another. We've got Caleb's best friend's wedding and all that goes with it, a baby blessing, my sister calling from her mission (yeah!!) and Mother's Day. It's going to be exhausting, and I won't get to see everyone I want to, which is always the case, but know that if I don't see you, I wanted to, really I did. Reassure yourself with the fact that you didn't have to stare incredulously at my Gas Baby. You're better off, I swear.
Off to switch the laundry out, fold, and pack last minute items. And try not to disturb sleeping beauty and his mutt in the process...
Glad you are doing so well. I still really enjoy reading your blog. I just saw this link on a different site and thought of you. Who could say no to on of the few perks of being pregnant? Go get an ice cream!
http://www.baskinrobbins.com/spotlight/bumpday.aspx
I find it interesting that Baskin Robbins only rewards pregnancy in certain states!
Posted by: Miranda | May 08, 2008 at 09:48 AM