In the past few weeks, the changes my body has gone through have been drastic. Suddenly I’m 27 weeks along, 14lbs heavier, and experiencing swelling, exhaustion, emotional breakdowns, heartburn, and a kicking, punching, hiccuping baby whose favorite play time is between 11pm and 1am. I’m hoping the iron supplements the doc gave me today will help the exhaustion, since I came up short in my blood test.
After a week with a bumpy ride to Kingman with the volleyball girls and a bachelorette party in Vegas, I’m ready to hide away under my covers. Too bad I have three days of vb games to coach in a row and stacks of papers that grow exponentially by the class period. I want to stay in bed! I want to meet friends for a drink and bake cupcakes! I want to see a laidback movie in the theater and wrap a sweater around my shoulders because I can finally almost feel the fall in the air. I want to paint my baby’s room and decorate it with little retro toys and stock his closet with little knitted caps for winter time. I need more time, more energy. You, too?
This was a week ago. My cousin Kelly came to visit from Colorado. She’s so fun! So is my little niece, who is keen on patting my belly. “Beebe.” Last week, she put a doll under my shirt.
Official 26 week shot:
No 27 week shot today (I was lucky to make it out of bed after getting home from the airport late last night), but this was this weekend:
Best part of the trip — we saw the Beatle’s LOVE by Cirque du Soleil, and it was completely fabulous. Otherwise, Vegas is a little rough when you are pregnant — for obvious reasons — plus all the walking and crowds, and man was it hot! I spent some time outside by the pool with the bride-to-be, and lo and behold, when you are pregnant, you burn easier. Fantastic. I now have pink cheeks and a goofy tanline, which may be an improvement, as I’ve gotten a little bit of a greyish pallor these days.
I feel like I know Carter pretty well these days. Like he “talks” to me, and that we understand each other. I have so many predictions about everything from what his face looks like to his preferred routine to his favorite snack, and I can’t wait to see if I’m right! I could do a whole post on just how I imagine our son, but would that make me crazy? Maybe. Might do it anyways.