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27 Weeks

I am six months pregnant! what the buh?! Third trimester! Babby is about 2 pounds and growing quickly.

Things have been crazy busy and will continue to be so pretty much from now on. We have gotten all of our new Ikea furniture built (it took a month), and we have finished the move at work. Both worlds have been very demanding physically for me, even without heavy lifting. The belly and boobs add enough weight to make everything harder. 10 hours on your feet for moving is hard enough as it is! I had one night after a moving day that I literally couldn't stand anymore. Tim was talking to me about my computer, and I had to interrupt him so I could lay down for fear that my legs would buckle and I would fall over.

I think we've finally reached a point where I don't have to work as hard physically, but there is still a ton to do. Baby paperwork. All the planning, arranging, forms, scheduling crap that comes with the arrival of baby. I have to make a will and stuff. Weird. We are also trying to plan our parental leave and potential day care options once the baby is born.

I had a co-worker blurt out to me "SHE LOOKS FAT!" Wow. I know he was teasing, but damn. People really aren't afraid to say things like that to you when you're pregnant. I've had it happen a handful of times, and I know people are always mostly kidding around, but its kinda like whoa, man. Even my mom has made a fat joke:

(After we had loaded much Ikea furniture into/onto my dad's car)
My Dad: As long as it wasn't more than a ton, it should be fine...
Tim: It may have been more than a ton.
My Mom (to me): You alone may be more than a ton!

Thanks, Mommy!

Actually, I HAVE been actively pursuing calories. I've reached the point where baby is going to start developing fat on his/her body, so I'm trying to keep everything fueled. I have been protein packing, lots of dairy and eggs and beans.  I have felt a little pressure because (contrary to my previous paragraph) several people have been shocked at how "small" I am based on how far along I am. Bah, its impossible to balance. I'm small, I'm fat?! I am a smallish fat person? whatever. sigh.

This week Babby had hiccups for the first time. Extremely rhythmic hiccups. It's a normal occurrence, and it means that the baby's lungs are functioning which is pretty cool. At first I didn't know what it was, I had been expecting hiccups to come soon, but I didn't expect them to feel how they did. It wasn't random every 15-30 seconds like regular hiccups, it was very consistently every 2 seconds for about 2 minutes. I googled to see what others had experienced and it was described in the same way.

And I assume this is related to pregnancy... Early this morning I had a terrifying charley horse in my leg.  I had thought that I'd experienced one of these before, but I have never had anything this intense and painful. It only lasted maybe 10 seconds, but I was basically paralyzed. I could actually see the muscle lump protruding from my leg, and I thought I was having a blood clot or something. It happened while I was asleep, and it was not a pleasant way to wake up. Yes, I am potassium loading today to avoid that from happening again.

I am a little behind on posting so I have two bump pictures:












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