Hey folks. Today makes 25 weeks along for me. That means that Elijah is the size of an eggplant this week (or in guy terms he’s the size of a 13 inch boot).
And for the update:
Let your spouse put an ear to your belly — he might be able to pick up baby’s heartbeat (no stethoscope required). Inside the womb, the formation of tiny capillaries is giving baby a healthy pink glow. Baby’s also soaking up your antibodies, getting the immune system ready for life outside the womb. Eyes are forming, and baby will soon perfect the blink — perfect for batting those freshly grown lashes.
The major update I have for this week is that I realized what an accomplishment putting on my socks and shoes has become. It’s an accomplishment…not a normal daily thing…something I’m proud of if I can do it on my own without losing my breath. How bad is that!?!? You know what’s worse though? The fact that it’s only going to get worse!!! Meh, that’s what Dave is for!
And now on to this week’s survey:
How far along? 25 weeks
Total Weight Gain/Loss? +10 pounds. I managed to break even with last week…which means I double it this week.
Maternity Clothes? Yes, please. I just bought my second pair of maternity leggings. Heaven.
Stretch Marks? NO!! Please, oh please, let it stay that way.
Sleep? Ugh, my hips hurt every night now. But as a bonus, I realized that I haven’t had to get up in the middle of the night to pee in quite a while. Weird.
Best moment this week? Going to Maggie Moos for a rare ice cream treat.
Cravings? Carbs, fruit, and more carbs.
Gender: All BOY! (This question is stupid.)
Labor Signs? Nope! And let’s keep it that way. Eli has some major growing to do before he’s allowed to make his appearance.
Belly Button in or out? In. Thank God. Although I’m thinking I won’t be able to dodge the outie bullet. Crap.
What I miss: Being able to eat without getting food ALL OVER myself. I have no idea what’s wrong with me, but I seriously can’t eat anything without finding it on me for the rest of the day.
What I am looking forward to: Tee-ball.
Weekly Wisdom: Let your overly protective husband hold on to your arm when it snows even though you think you’re careful enough not to slip. Because you will slip…in front of Target…and he’ll catch you. Also, ignore the look of “I told you so” that he’ll give you in conjunction with the ‘told you so’ head shake. You deserve that.
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