Because it’s fun and I like the pun.
Supposedly, I’ve gained about 8 pounds, but it looks to me like a loh-ot more. I really scared myself when I accidentally caught sight of naked me the other day.
The baby, according to a fairly funny site I hadn’t seen before, weighs approximately 10-11 ounces and is about 6 inches long, which is about the same size as a can of Red Bull, which has way too much caffeine for a pregnant woman to be drinking.
We may be thinking about a name that doesn’t begin with D… a friend told me about this research study, which may or may not be a bunch of hooey…
But then again, why mess up a good thing?
Overall, baby and mama are doing well. Baby is active; I feel him/her every day, often. I’m more tired with this pregnancy than I remember with my others. But that stands to reason–I’m two years older and have another child to take care of.
My allergies have kicked into high gear, with a lovely asthmatic cough to contend with on top of the rest, but with good nutrition, herbs and Big Pharma, I’m getting it under control. I didn’t realize until I saw that picture of myself that it shows all over my face.
Off to bed–sweet dreams, world!