Marc wasn't home tonight so I had some time to kill. I took a long walk with Hines to get some exercise and chatted up some neighbors.
They told me that our homes are experiencing the 5-year meltdown. They are across the street and this malady seems to be working its way around the winding neighborhood row by row. By my guess, we have about six months until all hell breaks loose and plaster starts to fall and the sprinklers go on without warning or reason. Oh, and the damn gutters. Every time it rains water pours over the gutter and onto the deck. Something about a tree growing on the roof.
I did some laundry, vacuumed most of the house, watched Survivor, showered, baked cookies, caught three of the cats eating the cookies and cleaned up the kitchen.
I also decided to go through some old pictures and put together this little montage-y thing-y to see the growth and expansion as such.
Here's a little photo story of the last 27 weeks of my life. I'm not proud of the way I look in some of the photos. I did gain a little too much weight too soon and I haven't deprived myself of anything that I wanted. I rationalized that I've worried and hated my weight for 27 years and finally I had a time in my life where I could enjoy food and not worry about the results. I eat pretty well, I just also eat too much and I enjoy all of my favorite junk foods like Cheetos and Oreos, soft pretzels and slice and bake cookies. And! Oh! Candy corn. Mmmmm. I have outweighed Marc for three months and will outweigh my Dad in eight more pounds. I'm very motivated to get back into shape but I'm loving the freedom to embrace my body, every last pound. There were times when I just felt so fat and chubby, in fact, I love my big baby belly right now. I have 13 weeks left to go, possibly a little less, I'm full term in 10 weeks. Eeeek!
Last night I was laying in bed talking to Marc but staring directly at my stomach to catch a glimpse of the kicks that make my stomach change shape, I call this the belly dance. Literally, my belly looks like it is dancing. Suddenly, I covered my eyes and screamed "NO! NO! NO! NO! OHMYGOD NO!!!"
And when I stopped thrashing my legs and uncovered my eyes, I looked directly at Marc and announced that I had an official stretch mark.
Upon closer inspection, I saw that my "stretch mark" was actually a very slight scab left over from where I opened the door into my stomach last weekend causing the door latch to scrape across my entire abdomen as though it didn't stick out an extra foot.
Relieved, I applied extra tummy butter.
CURRENT STATS:
Weeks Pregnant: 27
Stretch Marks: 0
Waist size: 44 inches
Pounds gained so far: 30
A PREGNANCY IN PICTURES:
7 weeks:
9 weeks:
17.5 weeks, and some bad poison ivy:
18.5 weeks:
20 weeks:
23 weeks:
23.5 weeks, because I took a lot of pictures that week:
26 weeks:
27 weeks:
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