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34 weeks

No one ever believes me when I respond to their question of "How far along are you?"  A woman on the street today, mid-conversation (on the phone), asked me the question and when I said "34 weeks" she just said "No way!!!"  I would have been so annoyed to be on the other end of that phone conversation.  But I had to laugh too.  

On my walk to the red line, this man said "Congratulations, Beautiful, on your pregnancy.  He must feel like one lucky man," as I passed by.  Things that should probably creep me out but instead made me smile.

Although, in full disclosure, I was terrified that the woman was gonna go all Private Practice on me and try to steal my baby or something.  I watch too much tv.

How far along? 34 weeks

Total weight gain:  I'm holding strong with a total gain of 17.6 pounds. 

Maternity clothes?  Some of my maternity pants seem snug, but really, they're just doing their job.  I feel better in shorts and a tank top than I do in a maxi dress; I feel like the maxi dress over-emphasizes my belly and makes me feel like I'm wearing a potato sack.  It's comfy, but I just feel like I look frumpy.

Stretch marks?  Still no stretch marks to speak of!

Sleep: Sleep... I remember sleep.  I tuck myself into the Danie Taco and it takes me about 30 minutes to fall asleep.  And then, I wake up a million times to pee and/or devour Tums or something similar.

Best moment this week:  Maternity pictures with Bobbi at The Salty Peanut Photography in Sun Prairie, Wisconsin were fantastic (even though we both walked away with a million mosquito bites).  I'm so excited to see what she puts together & can't wait to share it with all of you!

Miss anything?  I don't miss much.  I miss sleeping on my belly.  That's about it.

Food cravings:  Still nothing....

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

Gender: Baby Girl :)

Labor signs: Not yet

Symptoms: The bump, ninja kicks to the ribs, some discomfort in the pelvic bone area

Belly button in or out? I have determined that technically, it's an outie, but because of the abdominal surgery I had and the way they stitched me up, it's physically impossible for it to actually pop out.  It's weird. 

Wedding rings on or off: On -- and loose... which seems counter-intuitive, but whatever.

Happy or moody most of the time: Happy, and totally counting the days!  There's so much to finish up before she arrives, including my coursework!  My last day of class is July 24th (which is also our 4th anniversary) and she is welcome to join us any time after that.  ;)  I mean, sooner too, if that's what she's going for, but I'd prefer finishing my class if I can.

Looking forward to: The holiday weekend!  The last summer holiday (Labor Day), we'll have our baby and she'll be baptized!  What a crazy thought!!!

Baby is the size of: cantaloupe (yum!)



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