So, pregnancy. 22 weeks, here we are. I wish I could experience pregnancy in someone else's body for a day. Like maybe that pregnant lady I see jogging all the time. I wonder what pregnancy is like for her. Must be pretty good if she can go jogging and be so happy about it.
I on the other hand go up and down my stairs a few times and whew! I'm exhausted! Stairs really are something else. I try to go down them a little slower since my fall last week. But still. They wear me out! Is this normal? According to my Dr, for some people yes. Ok then. Hmm...
I've tried a change in diet. I've tried a change in vitamins. I've tried a change in wardrobe. Unfortunately none of those things make me want to jog.
For Jimmy's birthday last Friday we went out to dinner, just the two of us. We ate steak, and it was delicious. Jimmy ate shrimp...I'm not such a fan. And, we kept our bill to $25. For 2 people! That's pretty good if I say so myself. Unfortunately later on that night I threw up my portion of that dinner. *sigh* there goes $12.50...
As I prayed to the porcelain God for literally like the 500th time in this pregnancy I couldn't help but wonder two things. One, why didn't I keep track of how many times I've thrown up? I think I could break a record at this point! And two, am I ever going to stop? We are over half way through with this blissful nine months so I'm starting to think no.
Oh baby. What a miracle it is that I can feel you kicking away and moving all over. Having the time of your little life in there. And while it feels like you are slowly killing me, I love you. And am glad that you are having fun, even though I most certainly am not. Ah the miracle of life!
Waiting for James to arrive!
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