I had a quintessential pregnant experience this week.
Today I bought Tums. Yum.
And “ahh…” – much better.
I began waddling a few days ago.
I stepped on the scale and hit my “scary number” and had a minor freakout.
Mental calculation: I am supposed to gain a pound a week… I have 9 weeks left…
Carry the 1…
Means I will have gained 27 pounds. Gaaah!
Of course, I am supposed to gain between 25-35 total, so i’m FINE. But again, I freak out.
Got baby gifts in the mail and squealed like a banshee.
Put newly acquired ducky-themed hooded baby towel on a teddy bear to see how it would look on Ella.
I am NEVER going to punish this child.
Got some Charley horse action in my legs.
Started to feel the ligaments loosening all over (yes, even my shoulders – kind of hurts if I sit funny).
Felt one of Ella’s body parts graze my belly and tried to “grab” it. It felt like a foot or a knee…
Watched a little girl run along the sidelines at the neighborhood soccer game and it was Ella
in my imagination.
I fell in love.
Back pain flared up again.
Mike rubbed it.
Good husband, that one. A keeper.
Resisted tasting the famous sangria at Jaleo.
Smelled Mike’s sangria.
2 friends felt Ella move for the first time on Wednesday.
Peed about 800 times… Last night.
Tums again… Ahh…
I wonder why i’m so tired…?