To all my fellow pregnant ladies – don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t squeeze yourself into any of your pre-pregnancy clothing. The above picture is testament to the fact that where there is a will, there is a way. I can’t vouch for the structural integrity of said pre-pregnancy clothing after being worn stretched to the max over a twenty-seven week belly, however. Thank God for Target and their cheap $5 tee shirts. 
Oh, and if your shirt is really tight and your belly is really big, your butt will look smaller. Just sayin’.
We saw Dr. Castillo today. Another quick, pretty boring appointment. Not that I mind boring. Boring is good. It means that everything is going the way it should. I made the mistake of having a bowl of oatmeal chock full of brown sugar and a glass of cranberry juice for breakfast so Baby was trying to kick his way out of me through what was once known as my belly button.
I passed my glucose test. Yay! I put on more weight than I probably should have – which has put me at a first-time-ever-in-my-history-of-existence high. Boo. In my defense, we did have two separate Thanksgiving celebrations. And then three days of Thanksgiving leftovers. Dr. Castillo told Harry that I’m allowed to sample every Christmas dessert there is but after I have a bite or two, he’s got to be the one to finish. Lol. Looks like there’s going to be lots of cheesecake and sweet potato pie eating in his future.
You know that feeling that your leg is going to separate itself from your hip like a Barbie doll leg? I asked about that and apparently thats normal. I’m not sure I believe that completely – I don’t remember having this issue with Kaleb. That was forever ago, though. I also learned that I should just say no to massages – at least leg massages.
Kaleb’s got a bit of a front tooth poking through. I guess I better get on filming that “All I Want For Christmas…” video I’d planned on doing weeks ago. He has been needing me less and less these days – not letting me tuck him in anymore, wanting to pick out his own clothes, cutting his food on his own. Next, he’ll be telling me he’s already applied to college. *sigh* I’m sure its only natural – he’s taking the role of soon-to-be big brother very seriously.
As you can see from the picture above, Harry’s beard is growing faster than Kaleb’s teeth. Today is 18/100 of The Beard. He’s been getting questions (and I’m sure looks too) from coworkers wondering if he’s going to do any trimming at all during the next 80+ days. The things husbands do to make their pregnant wives happy are pretty awesome.
“Babe, I think you should grow your beard out from now until the baby is born. What do you think?”
* crickets *
“Uh, sure babe.”
“I love you!”
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