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| Mere weeks away from a doctor shoving a baby in my arms, with little more instruction than "Congratulations. Try to keep it alive and from growing up to hate you." |
I know I've missed a couple of weeks of these bumpdates. But as I cautioned you before, I'm very lazy. And I've been juggling the release of FIFTEEN, which is almost as exciting and terrifying as this pregnancy. (This is also my shameless, pitiful plug for you to add it, rate it, buy it, review it in exchange for my undying gratitude.)
If This Baby Was a Veggie, It Would Be A... Jicama. My God, these baby books are
Weight Gain: Twenty Pounds! Doc called it a "modest" weight gain, because clearly he works on tips.
Cravings: Double Decker Chocolate Cake. Which I made yesterday.
Sleep: I slept through the entire night on Sunday. When I got up, I had to pee like a [there is no ladylike simile applicable here], but it was still pretty cool.
Belly Button: Is technically not out yet, but you sure can see it underneath all of my shirts. And hey, it really does look like a button.
Symptoms: Things are still relatively easy, except I've been getting indigestion from all of my favorite foods and the occasional crippling leg cramp. Both of which my doc told me Tums will help - weird, huh?
Best Moment This Week: My husband referring to Group B as "Strep butt."
Looking Forward To: The Super Bowl! For the food, of course.
