Well it happened. I turned 30. The celebration of delicious food continues as it did in Hawaii, I've had a meal date just about every night this week for my birthday, and cakes and treats have made several appearances. I really need to have some meals where I don't end up stuffed and THEN get a fancy dessert. It's a blessing that I am pregnant for all this so Babby can help me use up some calories.
I caught a glance in the mirror as I was changing my bra yesterday. I don't even recognize my boobs these days. They are intimidating, aggressive even. Pregnancy makes them nips go through some changes I tell you what. Your nice peach colored silver dollars morph into prune colored pancakes. My belly button is also strange looking. It was compared to a teeny cinnamon bun resting on my torso, and one friend even cringed in fear when I revealed it.
I thought I maybe felt some kicks the other day, but I'm not positive. Some women claim it feels like a flutter, some like a poke. It definitely felt more like a poke than a flutter, but I wouldn't even call it a poke, more of a tap. It happened maybe 3 or 4 times, and it was a subtle feeling, but it didn't feel like a sensation I'd had before. It could have also been gas, I had a lot of fiber that day. Timmy can not wait until he can feel kicks from the outside. He likes to touch my tummy, and believe it or not (some of you know me as a not very touchy person), I do actually like it when others touch my tum. I can't really explain why, maybe it just feels kind of like a happy hello to Babby.
I had my first stranger openly ask me my due date during this past week. Up until that point, people either didn't notice, said nothing, or waited until someone else confirmed I was pregnant before they said anything. It was nice to hear that she could tell I was pregnant and not just plump.
Even though I don't feel FABULOUS, I am probably in the stage where I will feel the best overall. Nausea and vomiting are being controlled, I even had a couple of days this week without my medication. I have more energy, my brain is definitely working better than it was a couple months ago, and I am sleeping well. So I am trying to enjoy that. My allergies have been going apeshit, though. I blame the season and the shedding cat.
In a little over a week the UA pools will open, and I plan on swimming laps just like I have done for the past two summers. I will probably do mostly grandma swimming (sidestroke and backstroke), but all I really want is to keep my parts limber and tone up my arms and legs. I should probably reinforce my bikini tops before I try anything. I don't fancy the notion of presenting mah prune pancakes to a bunch of teenage lifeguards and small children.
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I caught a glance in the mirror as I was changing my bra yesterday. I don't even recognize my boobs these days. They are intimidating, aggressive even. Pregnancy makes them nips go through some changes I tell you what. Your nice peach colored silver dollars morph into prune colored pancakes. My belly button is also strange looking. It was compared to a teeny cinnamon bun resting on my torso, and one friend even cringed in fear when I revealed it.
I thought I maybe felt some kicks the other day, but I'm not positive. Some women claim it feels like a flutter, some like a poke. It definitely felt more like a poke than a flutter, but I wouldn't even call it a poke, more of a tap. It happened maybe 3 or 4 times, and it was a subtle feeling, but it didn't feel like a sensation I'd had before. It could have also been gas, I had a lot of fiber that day. Timmy can not wait until he can feel kicks from the outside. He likes to touch my tummy, and believe it or not (some of you know me as a not very touchy person), I do actually like it when others touch my tum. I can't really explain why, maybe it just feels kind of like a happy hello to Babby.
I had my first stranger openly ask me my due date during this past week. Up until that point, people either didn't notice, said nothing, or waited until someone else confirmed I was pregnant before they said anything. It was nice to hear that she could tell I was pregnant and not just plump.
Even though I don't feel FABULOUS, I am probably in the stage where I will feel the best overall. Nausea and vomiting are being controlled, I even had a couple of days this week without my medication. I have more energy, my brain is definitely working better than it was a couple months ago, and I am sleeping well. So I am trying to enjoy that. My allergies have been going apeshit, though. I blame the season and the shedding cat.
In a little over a week the UA pools will open, and I plan on swimming laps just like I have done for the past two summers. I will probably do mostly grandma swimming (sidestroke and backstroke), but all I really want is to keep my parts limber and tone up my arms and legs. I should probably reinforce my bikini tops before I try anything. I don't fancy the notion of presenting mah prune pancakes to a bunch of teenage lifeguards and small children.
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With an appearance by cat. Sitting on tissue paper. What a weirdo.
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