Twenty-Five weeks

A new fruit marks week 25 and lasts through week 28: an eggplant!

And I know I say this every week, but I really think I've truly popped now. Looking back I think it happened between week 23 and 24 and is full blown this week.



{My own pair of maternity jeans! From Old Navy! In TALL length! It feels so good, you guys.}

Lots to discuss this week, my friends.

1. My 24 week appointment went well last week. I've gained another 5 pounds which brings the grand total up to 18. I still don't know where it's going other than into my actual tummy and giant knockers. Again, my doc is happy with my weight gain and would prefer to me to gain even more each month so I guess I'm not going to worry about it too much. Baby's heartbeat is still strong as can be and his kicking has gotten a lot more forceful, too. {Someday....a video of this alien-kicking-my-innards sight}. Next appointment at 28 weeks is when I have to do the one hour glucose test and anemia screen. The glucose drink is chilling in our fridge as we speak and I just can't wait to down that sucker. Also, after the next appointment I will be in the home stretch with bi-weekly appointments. Holy crap, this second trimester is coming to a close already....how did that happen?

2. Had my first 'Are you pregnant' question from someone who didn't already hear the news this week...about time! I think that means I'm officially showing now, huh?

3. I bit the bullet and agreed to Nate and I joining the gym again. I really hate to spend the money on fitness when I truly believe we can utilize the great outdoors and yoga mats in our own home for free....but I just can't take the dark/cold weather at night anymore. And really, last winter I ran outside all the way through despite feet of snow, ice, wind chills below zero...but I wasn't carrying a living being inside me so it's a little different now. It was quite the debate in our household as Nate has been pressuring me to suck it up for months now but I've been holding tight to my money-obsessed roots. But now that we've signed up I admit that I'm loving gym time again. In fact, I'm quite proud of myself and announced to Nate that 'I'm back, mofo' the other day after my workout. You see, I thought my running days were totally done for awhile since my last few tries at 16-17 weeks were such failures (think urinary urgency, pulsating nether regions, and general discomfort). So my first few days at the gym were spend on the elliptical and honestly, I hate that thing. It's just not as satisfying as the old treadmill, in my humble opinion. So for the past few visits I've started up a jog/walk routine and then today I managed to jog an entire 3 miles without stopping (or peeing myself, which is more of an accomplishment, actually). My how I've missed a good sweat, the feeling of blood rushing to my skin, and the comforts of tired muscles. Sure, I was running at a 12 minute mile pace instead of my usual 9-er, but whatever...I did it and I'm feeling less like a blob because of it.

I think I might go hog-wild and sign up for the prenatal yoga class they have once a week at my gym, too, just because it sounds like fun. I've kind of slacked in the workout department over the past few months but all of a sudden I'm all about it again. 'Paying for my fitness', as Nate calls joining a gym, will probably keep me inspired until I'm a 9 month pregnant rollie pollie---I hope!

4. This week has been the week of ground-breaking news for my friends. One got engaged (Congrats, Milldogg!! Eeeek!), one announced her pregnancy (can't really say the name on this one, since it's still on the down low but SO excited), and on the other side of the emotional spectrum, one suffered a miscarriage (again, not mentioning any names but my heart breaks for her. Enough said.). Big news like this doesn't happen often but it sure did this week....because another fatty announcement? Hannah had her baby on Thanksgiving day!!

I got her text at 7:30 in the morning that said something like, 'Got my epi, at the hospital, waiting for this Turkey Day baby!' and I seriously shrieked. She was due December 1 so it was a few days early and everything went really well. The gender was a surprise but my gut feeling for a girl was right....please welcome baby Matilda! (Thank you daddy Michael for this picture, I just have to share her cute face with the world)

So basically, our baby boy will be betrothed to Baby Til and they will be lovers for life, I'm sure.
I cannot wait to squeeze her juicy cheeks and take a million pictures over Christmas. Plus, now I have excuses to buy outfits dripping in pink just to satisfy my girlie craving:) I'm just so happy for Hannah and Michael and yet, it's quite surreal to think that they are actual parents now. And of course, I can't wrap my head around the fact that we will be going through this amazing transition in a few months.

That's it: new babies, big announcement, jumping back on the fitness train, and packing on the lbs marks my twenty-fifth week. I really love being pregnant you guys. At least right now, at this point in the process, I'm feeling incredibly happy and blessed and ready to pop out another 3 after this one. But I suppose I should bite my tongue until I experience the glory of labor and delivery, the frenzy of living with a newborn, and lack of sleep. Call me naive but I cannot wait:)