Well this seems to be the week EVERYONE has noticed I’m pregnant. People keep saying “Oh I can tell now” or “Oh she’s BIG now” so I guess I’ll take that as a compliment! It’s funny how you LONG for a belly when you’re pregnant, you can’t wait to “pop” and for people to notice. NEVER again will you look forward to a growing belly, NEVER. I love mine though. It’s not all sexy pregnant belly like the ones celebs are sporting around these days, but it’s mine and I love it. I love feeling her when I’m at work, it’s like I always have a little friend with me…I’m going to miss that I think. I often find myself thinking about what she thinks, what she’s doing, if she’s bored, Mr. Husband says she doesn’t have the ability to process all that yet so she’s just content in there.
Nothing major has happened this week. Lots of movement of course, I can’t wait to start distinguishing what body parts are what. Right now it just feels like she’s rolling over all the time and she still feels REALLY low. I feel like she’s dancing on my pelvis all the time. I guess that’s better than the feet in the ribs deal I keep hearing about. I think she likes egg sandwiches. I have been eating one almost daily and I can tell she moves a lot when I’m done.
The back and feet are STILL killing me and I’m pretty sure there’s no end in sight as far as that goes. I have been trying to wear flats but they seem to make my feet hurt worse and, well, I can’t wear tennis shoes to work. This leaves me with only one option. CROCS. I know, I know. I can’t believe I just typed that but I honestly don’t know what else to wear. Oh and I’m not talking the FUG gardening Crocs. They make these that I thought were
not so bad. somewhat fashionable
I’ve had two dreams about her in the past 2 days. The first one she was about one-year-old and she was SO chubby and SO happy. I remember she just kept smiling and had a few little teeth and she was wearing a little sundress and her legs were so fat, I loved it! She had a little bit of blonde peach fuzz for hair but was practically bald. Oh I woke up smiling so big. Then I had one where I was attempting to breastfeed and was getting so worried because I couldn’t tell how much she was getting. I woke up thinking, “This is why I can’t do it” I would HATE not knowing! IDK maybe my mind will change once she’s here, but for now I’m just not feeling it, don’t judge.
Oh I’ve decided FOR SURE what I’m doing in her room; I made a “blueprint” and everything! I’m SO excited to get into this house, whenever that may be, and get started! You will LOVE it, just you wait! Here’s a peak at what will be going on her walls.
And here we are at 25 weeks and 3 days. Whoa baby!
I think she looks bigger with my shirt down.