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| Alternate post title: My jeans are beginning to lose the battle against my belly. |
Baby is the size of a... a carrot. Wait, a carrot? Is that an organic carrot? A baby carrot? Does it include the leaf? The roots? These books really need to be more specific.
Weight gain: Ten pounds.
Exercise: Still hitting the treadmill for daily walks, albeit begrudgingly.
Stretch marks: Not yet. I keep oiling myself up like a watermelon at the public pool.
Maternity clothes: When I'm not wearing my pajamas, so... rarely.
Belly button: Still in, but it is looking a lot more shallow than it used to.
Sleep: Yes, please.
Cravings: Where are those Red Vines?!?
Symptoms: Pretty much none. Does that mean I'm in line for a L&D from hell?
Movement: A few bouts of baby kicks here and there, but still pretty subtle.
I miss... sleeping on my back.
I'm looking forward to...our babymoon! I know, I know, you'll miss me. But this is the last non-Mickey vacation that Mr. Jen and I are going to be able to take for a very long time.
