Wednesday, March 07, 2012
4 x 4 Weeks
Total Weight Gain: I don't know. Last week is was 2 pounds. I just ate there eggs sauteed in a pound of butter with ham...so, we'll just stick with 2 pounds.
Maternity Clothes: When I'm not wearing Brett's sweats and sweater, yes, I'm wearing maternity pants. Sigh.
Gender: Last nights dream confirmed: boy. And I have no control over my dreams. I in no way influence my dreams by my wants and desires.
Movement: I feel kicks a lot more often now. It's awesome. Especially after I eat and then lounge on the couch.
Sleep: Sleep has been great! No complaints here.
What I Miss: Nothing, yet.
Cravings: Protein. Meat. Yet, salt turns me off, completely. This is how I know this is Brett's baby. Oooh, oooh, Nerds. And chocolate. And ice cream and cake. Very healthy things.
Symptoms: I have a few zits, which is annoying, but I can't really complain. Except, they're not like normal zits. They're zits that are waaaaay deep down, stick waaaay far out, and never, ever come to a head. You're welcome.
I'm also getting round ligament pain. Cramping. Baby nightmares. Headaches. Nosebleeds. Um...oh yeah, uncontrollable hormones. You know, the usual stuff.
Best Moment of the Week: I guess I forgot to mention "brain dead" up there under symptoms. Let me think here...I think the best moment of the week was giving in to a little nesting and unpacking a bunch of boxes, and getting rid of 5 boxes of books and two huge boxes of clothes, sheets, old shoes, etc.
This Weeks Thoughts: I think it's usually around this time I start to realize what I've done. I've gone and gotten knocked up again. I'm excited about adding to our family, but the prospect of being pregnant for 24 more weeks makes me feel a little claustrophobic. Get it out! Get it out! Get it out! Especially knowing I can't take anti-inflammatories or steroids for my back. HOWEVER, I still love being pregnant. These are just moments of panic. Totally normal. Right? Right?!
Sibling Rivalry: Chloe is growing up so fast. She's been around a few babies recently and it's been really fun to see her smile and touch softly (most of the time) their little faces. I know she has no idea what's "about" to happen, and that's ok. Cohen and Kembry have turned into big helpers around the house, and I just hope and pray that they'll continue being big helpers. Having older kids rocks. Slave labor, baby!