We had our twelve week check up earlier this week and everything went well. Baby Barnett looked so much bigger than he/she did at 8 weeks and was very active. James keeps trying to get me to drink Muscle Milk so that we can have the biggest baby at Brookwood Medical. He should know that I'm an average achiever and not to set goals for me that I never intend on keeping.
Yes, I cut off my head and hand in the belly shot. My head looked OK, but my hand looked abnormally large. With everything else growing, I didn't want y'all to think I was growing man hands as well. I'd also like to point out the Costco sized bottle of Tums in the bottom of the picture. These beauties are a daily part of my well balanced diet.
Here are a few thoughts for the first twelve weeks into this adventure (in no particular order):
I think our child might turn out to be a Chick-Fil-A sandwich. I have not had any morning sickness, but my taste buds are on strike against any food with nutritional value. The CFA sandwich completes me.
Apparently being pregnant is the hormonal equivalent of being a freshman in high school. My face is breaking out, I forgot my locker combination at the gym and I had a meltdown at the YMCA.
(I sat on a weight bench and cried.)
(James told me there was no crying at the gym, which made me cry harder.)
(Not one of my finer moments.)
(Not one of my finer moments.)
Y'all, I'm an easy bake oven. I'm HOT all the time. This is such a drastic turn of events for me. Last night I woke up, threw off the covers and begged James to turn off the heat. He got up and checked the temperature in the house and do you know what it was? Sixty four degrees!!! Six - Four. It's like I don't even know who I am anymore.
Finally, I bought some Clearasil pads today because it helped my face in 1991. I'll let you know how that turns out.
Feel free to call a therapist if this flash back to my teen years lasts longer than nine months. Or if I start writing notes to my husband to find out if he still likes me. Check yes or no.
(I totally think he still likes me.)
Finally, I bought some Clearasil pads today because it helped my face in 1991. I'll let you know how that turns out.
Feel free to call a therapist if this flash back to my teen years lasts longer than nine months. Or if I start writing notes to my husband to find out if he still likes me. Check yes or no.
(I totally think he still likes me.)
I'm glad you are taking your belly pics! I have kept it up pretty well.
ReplyDeleteYes, Nothing of any nutritional value sounds good to me. I am eating cheeseburgers ALL OF THE TIME! At the ice cream craving as lessened some!
My face was a wreck for a while and that has continued on and off.
Definitely let me know how the Clearasil works! HA