I have crazy dreams. It comes with pregnancy. Last night I dreamt that I was at some couture boutique and there were some girls there from high school that I didn’t really get along with. Anyways, I picked out this dress to try on and one of the girls told me, “you can’t wear that, you’re fat.” I practically screamed, “I’m not fat, I’m pregnant!”
I think this whole thing stems from feeling like I look pudgy rather than pregnant for the past couple weeks. Fortunately my belly is starting to round out and I totally love it!
Pretty sure Conor got bit by something in the basil. He probably has spider babies growing in his arm now.
Hi there,
I want this Laptop Tote.
I think it would really help me keep things tidy as I tote around my laptop, journal, current sewing pattern, etc.
It would make a great birthday gift for someone I know whose birthday is in 32 days. Or a really great, “congratulations! You’re nearly 17 weeks pregnant,” gift. Or an awesome, “We’re so excited you’re going to visit Calgary,” gift. Or a rad, “Enjoy being organized while you still can; it’ll end in just over 23 weeks,” gift.
Really gets the juices going eh?
This afternoon, Conor said to me:
“So my Call of Duty Clan that I’m a part of…”
I literally laughed my pants off.
Have you ever noticed how pregnant women are always touching their bellies? I sure have and had come to think of it as obsessive. And then I became pregnant myself and now I love holding onto my belly. I think of it as the baby more than my belly and to be honest it’s a pretty amazing process going on in there. Even so as I sit on the couch, sifting through my email and, without thinking about it, lifting up my shirt so I can rub my belly, I have to laugh at my own maternal silliness, especially since my belly looks more flabby than pregnant! Apparently the baby is going through a growth spurt this week and will be doubling in size and weight in the next few weeks, which means there will be more to touch!
By the way, this post isn’t an invite to touch my belly. I hear that strangers love grabbing pregnant women’s bellies. I think I’m going to loathe that if it happens to me.
