I was a cleaning machine yesterday. I even cleaned the storage room which was piled high with recycling that we’ve been too lazy to take out. I even um, what’s the word? Swept? And um, mopped? the storage room. Now my husband just needs to take out all of the bags and bags of recycling. I also did a massive amount of laundry, two dishwasher loads, bathroom, general tidying, etc. I was a maniac. My place still looks messy though, ugh. I totally over-did it too. Brent and I settled down to watch House at 9 and I had to get up to pee and one point and it took me almost the entire commercial break to get of the darn couch. Oh my lovely sciatic nerve is back to bother me again. When I was pregnant with Silas I had some nights where I’d just have to crawl or Brent would carry me. I hate that stupid nerve!
So far, though, this pregnancy has been so much more delightful than the last. I did have morning sickness but not for 7 months like last time and not nearly as bad as last time either. Still no sign of kidney stones this time but I’m still crossing my fingers on that one. Also the warm feeling that’s come along with this one. I now know the love I get to feel for this child where as last time I had no idea what I was in for. I also know how insane it’s going to drive me. I’m getting to the point in this pregnancy where I’m starting to feel whale-like and too hot all of the time. Although I’m much happier with my body this time. At 23 weeks I weigh the same as when I got pregnant the first time. Woot woot!! The doc is already astonished at how much weight I gained last month though 🙁 But it was a fast growing time. I am at risk for gestational diabetes he said. Last pregnancy I started at 155 and got to 200 pounds, which I promptly peed off until I got to about 165. Water weight is no fun, especially when your calves get stretchmarks. Luckily my tummy missed the marks but everything else got them. I’m praying they don’t come this time :(.
It’s weird when you lose your youthful body. I know it looks fine in clothes but I always had pride in the fact that I never got any stretchmarks and my boobs were small but perky. Now everything is fallen and striped. Oh well, it’s the marks of love, the marks of motherhood. I’m only 23 though, I wish I had a few more years looking and feeling 23. Anyway, it’s taken me all day to write so I’m going to stop now. I’ll put some photos of me up because this is about me today :).
This was taken a few days ago, I was having fun with self portraits. I’m kinda into photography so it’s artsy a bit.
And here is my belly taken just now with my webcam. Pay no attention to the dishes on my counter!