Wednesday, February 08, 2012
12 *cough* Weeks *Hack* *Snort*
Size of Baby: According to thebump.com, my baby is the size of a delicious plum. Mmmm, plum.
Total Weight Gain: Down an additional 2 pounds, total of 6 pounds lost. It's been a rough couple days.
Maternity Clothes: I did buy some cute-on-the-rack maternity capris pants...yeah, that about says it all. They, of course, slide off my butt and wrap tight around my legs. How does this happen?
Gender: I still have hives so I still say BBBBOY! And congratulations to my friend Jessica who is having a boy!
Movement: We have lift off! This week I felt hiccups. Little tiny, itty bitty, light hiccups. They lasted about 10 seconds and I cried. I needed that.
Sleep: Does not exist. But that's Brett's fault. He had to up and go to Texas, like the traitor he is!
What I Miss: Sleep. See above.
Cravings: I've had zero appetite the past few days thanks to this fabulous cold I'm sporting. It's all the rage.
Symptoms: Forgetfulness. Wait, what we were talking about?
Best Moment of the Week: The hiccups, for sure. Definitely put a smile on my face and tears in my eyes.
What I'm Looking Forward To: Brett coming home on Friday. I'm so hormonal and emotional (and sick). I just need my boogy bear to come home and take care of me.
This Weeks Thoughts: I actually forgot I was pregnant a few times this week. In the middle of the night I went into the medicine cabinet and grabbed the ibuprofen (my back was killing me) and then as I was searching for the water, I realized, "Wait. Dur. You're knocked up!" Being sick and having sickies to take care of has definitely taken my mind from my little fetus. I feel bad, but what can you do? So I'm taking a few minutes out of each day to "reconnect" with fetus #4 and remind it and me, that, unfortunately, it's the bottom of the totem pole right now. In a few months, it'll be at the very top. That's just how it goes.
Sibling Rivalry: My kids have been pretty good. Chloe is sick and SUPER clingy, which *sigh* I really love. Today she sat on my stomach for a good two hours. She didn't want to leave me. It was nice. I didn't have the heart to tell her she was squishing her little brother or sister. And my gut.