Do you ever feel like you have so much to do that you don't know where to start? I am having one of those days, so instead of unpacking or cleaning or doing laundry or one of the million other things I should be doing right now, I am sitting on the couch writing this post. After I am done, I plan to eat a cookie.
The Baby: Is about a foot long, or the size of an ear of corn. Or a foot long hot dog. Yum.
Weight gain: About 8 pounds. The doctor told me to eat a high protein, low carb diet. I have been intentionally and willfully ignoring this advice. Will I pay for it when I deliver a 10 pound baby? Yes. There is still time to get back on track, though. I hope.
I’m Feeling: My low back has been hurting quite a bit. Moving, carrying Clare, and oh, this baby I am carrying are the obvious causes.
What I'm enjoying: We had an ultrasound on Monday to get some more pictures of the baby's heart (everything looks fine), and that was really fun. The baby is so much bigger, you could see quite a bit. It was yawning a lot, though, so I think it found the whole thing rather tedious.
What I'm worrying about: Blah. I don't want to think about all the things I am worrying about.
Movement: The baby is definitely a squirmy worm. It also likes sugar and food in general. It is super active after I eat. At both ultrasounds, the technicians commented on how active it was. Keep it up, baby!
Clare: She understands that there is a baby in Mommy's tummy, but I am not sure if she really knows what that means. In fact, I am sure she doesn't. She came with us to the ultrasound, and I thought she would have fun seeing baby on the monitor. Instead, she was very concerned about me. I think she thought I was being hurt or something. It was kind of sweet, but oh, she is her mother's daughter: worry, worry, worry.