Dear Baby,
It's been a while since I've blogged or written to you... this is probably a good thing as I've made it past the grumpy, yucky, complaining stage, to the feeling my old self stage of pregnancy. Except that I'm pregnant, as you know Baby, which is still weird... oh ps - you seriously looked like an alien the last time that we saw you on the big screen... not really sure what that indicates for the future.
So, the interesting thing that has been happening over the past 3 or 4 weeks is the kicking. That's right, you're kicking me all the time. Well, kicking, punching, etc. - not sure what you're doing, but at times I feel like my uterus is a jungle gym. Hope that you're having fun in there, and getting some exercise, because my mother is going to try and fatten you up as soon as you're born.
The good news to report on this front is that I'm now working at Chick-fil-A, and eating lots of chicken, frozen yogurt with oreos, drinking yummy lemonade, and salivating over chocolate milkshakes. You might come out pudgy after all. Husband (your dad) took the scale away from me since I was obsessing about the weight gain, and I must say that this is much more effective. Now I can eat whatever I want, and not know the effect that it's having on me! Why didn't I think of this years ago? Why buy a scale?
Last update - Husband and I bought you a stroller this weekend. We still have no carseat or crib, but now we can go for fun walks in the neighborhood - something to look forward to in the heat of August... :)
that's it for now Baby - oh, if you could kick a little bit when the classical music is being blasted through the house, it would make Husband (your dad) really happy.
Love, Me (your mom)
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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