I have been slacking on posting a pregnancy update :) It's funny how un-anxious you are to get in front of a camera when you actually start showing! I'm happy to report that I'm still growing (hourly) and should be nice and round by the end of this whole ordeal. At a respectable 24 weeks it's already becoming difficult to rush around as I used too; not to mention getting up and down off the couch seems to make you feel as though you have ran a mile! Crossing my legs is becoming less and less of an option as are my precious heels :) At the end of the day, I welcome the swelling in my hands and face and have noticed that my ankles seem to no longer have bones or any definition - more like my calf just merges with my foot :) My fingers like the rest of my body are getting larger by the moment making wearing my wedding ring almost impossible these days. I think it's fairly apparent to most people that you are at least intimate with someone so I'm not sure why pregnant women try to wear their rings for so long - maybe it's to prove that at some point in life, you were hot enough to marry...prior to looking like you ate shamoo. Ahhhhh the joys of pregnancy! The funny thing is what is to come. Right now, for the next few weeks I will still be in my second trimester which is affectionately referred to as the "babymoon". You have a cute bump, your not too big and unattractive, you still have energy and some range of motion. As of August, I will "officially" be in my 3rd trimester and for the women who have been there before me, they can not wait to fill you in on how much fun this part is! I'm getting better at "rolling" in and out of our bed and Chip is already on the look out for easy slip on shoes for those mornings he's not there to help me put them on. To most, this seems like a nice gesture but I'm pregnant...to me, I look at him as if he's insane. I'm having a tough time preparing for this stage. I keep flashing to the old "I've fallen and I can't get up commercial" in my mind. I have visions of me, beached like a whale on the tile of our kitchen floor, dogs going nuts, shoes no where to be found and me unable to get myself up. I just keep telling myself, 3 more months Sarah, 7 more paychecks and one really hellacious few days of labor and it will all be over! I know when my little girl is screaming "I hate you!" as I'm chasing her around the store with people starring that I will stop and think....yes, this was all worth it in the end :)
Ok so now that I have freaked some of you out, made another half chuckle like I'm joking and being silly and the rest of you who have already done this think....oh girl, just WAIT, I'm done updating and of course joking! (wink, wink) Everything is going as planned and all is well - you really can't ask for much more!
