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...I was really surprised last week when I described my symptoms to the doctor and she told me to go to the hospital.
Because I feel like every symptom I describe to her she smiles, nods, and says, "Perfectly normal."
The thought has crossed my mind that at my next visit I should say something like, "I'm pretty sure I'm growing a third arm between my boobs" to see if she nods her head, smiles, and tells me that it's all perfectly normal.
I had no idea how wide and various the definition of "normal" would become when pregnant.
I think I might be feeling my first little hiccups these days. Either that or he's reading "Salsa Dancing for Dummies" and trying out his new moves.
PS - Charmer says hi. She never gets the hiccups. She's perfect.
...yeah right. You believed me, didn't you?
I'll be honest. This season doesn't really have my interest. I'm watching, but I'm not invested. Jason could give Chris Harrison the final rose and I probably wouldn't be surprised.
And yes, I've heard the spoiler alert. Meh. Even that's not that interesting to me.
What's happened to me?!? Is it the hormones??
...is really just one celebrity sighting after the next. It's almost like they're drawn to me or something.
(And for those of you who don't watch Dancing with the Stars, this is Mario and this is a really bad cell phone picture).
...Had a little trip to the hospital today after deciding it's not a good idea to lay on the floor of your office curled in the fetal position (or as close as you can get at 6.5 months preggo).
Everything's fine. Laid in a bed for about two hours listening to his heartbeat and, probably for the only time in his life, he put me to sleep. Then I got to see him. He was laying on his side, looking right at us! This picture cracks me up because he looks like a jack-o-lantern. I think I actually said that out loud and then he stuck his tongue out at me.
For those of you who aren't ultrasound professionals, the little ball around the left-middle-top is his right hand. Keep going to the right and the black hole is his right eye. Go to the left of that and it's his wittle wittle wips.
And for my husband's sanity, I had her double-check that there was, in fact, a wittle wittle pee pee too.
...I shall no longer hide behind bags. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and don't think I look that pregnant, but by nighttime I generally feel that he is the size of the balloon next to me. Or maybe I am actually carrying baby B, C, D, E, F, G, H, and I (ha! I will beat the octuplet mom by ONE!)
Almost 26 weeks!
...or baby boy is, that is. (Unless Ken suddenly takes to wearing really adorable onesies).
Ken looks pumped, right? His favorite present was the pack of beer his male cousin brought him, with the explanation of, "I wasn't sure what to bring to this kind of thing."
...remember sugar? She is becoming all growned up.
(This is the building at school where my office is located. I'm pretty lucky).
I love it when a real dog with a real owner and a real story wins.
