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31 Weeks

How far along? 31 weeks

Total weight gain:  Not sure, but the nurse told me today I only gained 1 pound at my last appointment.  As the weather gets hotter, it's harder to eat those bigger meals.  I graze on fruit, water, and ice cream.  ;) 

Maternity clothes?  I have a few pieces that are not maternity but let's be honest... non-maternity shirts are the pits.  The belly is starting to peek out and I despise that feeling of being exposed.  I'll probably keep wearing my maternity tanks after she gets here.

Stretch marks?  None yet!  I slather my belly with Burt's Bee's Mama Bee Belly Butter every night.  My scar is looking red and angry, but no stretch marks that I've seen (and believe me, I look).

Sleep: If we're calling it sleep... it's difficult.  I have the big maternity pillow and then end up cramming two king sized pillows into the horseshoe shape and making what I affectionately call a "Danie Taco."  And seriously?  It takes me forever to find my sweet spot to be able to fall asleep.

Best moment this week: I think my best moment this week was realizing that we're at 31 weeks!  There's only 9 weeks left!  Wait.  9 weeks?  Seriously?!  

Miss anything?  I don't miss much.  When I start to miss things, I just remind myself that in no time, she will be here and it will be pre-season and we can deck her out in her baby Packers gear!  PACK ATTACK! 

Food cravings: Damn it, there better be cravings coming.  :) 

Anything making you queasy or sick? Being hot makes me super nauseous.

Gender: Baby Girl :)

Labor signs: Not yet!  She's got some time left to bake, even though when I walk into our preschool classroom at work, a little girl very sweetly asks me if my baby is still inside.  Every. Single. Time.  Keep in mind that I'm in that room roughly 1,000,000 times a day.

Symptoms: The bump, heartburn, hip pain, can't fall asleep... all the movement in there :)

Belly button in or out? Still in... perhaps there's a chance I can avoid the outie situation. 

Wedding rings on or off: On, though I suspect as things get hotter here in Chicago, my fat little fingers will get too chubby.

Happy or moody most of the time: Happy!  Nothing makes me happier than standing in the nursery and thinking about the itty bitty that will be living in it soon.

Looking forward to: I'm honestly most excited for our 32 week ultrasound next week. It feels like forEVER since I've gotten to sneak a peek in there. I cant wait to see how much she's grown! We're also excited for our baby shower in Green Bay this weekend. We'll get to see Porch's mom who lives in Virginia whom we haven't seen since we told her I was pregnant! She was first to know, being let in on the secret when baby was the size of a sesame seed!

Baby is the size of: a bundle of asparagus. Huh? That seems odd but I'll roll with it.


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