Veganone, I had to laugh when you said, "So much for not getting as much as a vegan!" Last week I gained four pounds. Sure I probably ate a bit more on vacation. Okay. I know I did some days. Yet, when I started to feel my baby higher and to the left (prior I had only felt her on my low right), I figured she went through a growth spurt. Yay. I was worried, too, since I wasn't always getting the nutrients I would have gotten at home, like a steady supply of whole grains, fruits and veggies. Eh. She survived. My doctor didn't comment about me being too small anymore, either and said I was doing good for 25 weeks. (She says I'm 25, Andy still says 23. Eh.) The non-maternity shorts I wore last Sunday and Monday are now too tight. They were kinda snug then, but I could at least breathe in them and I would unbutton them in the car 'cause I thought it would be less binding for the baby.
I want a breast pump, too, but have decided that I might just pick a cheaper one (possibly electric) and ask my mom and sister to get it for me for my shower gift. However, knowing my mom, she'll still get me something else. She joked that she could just wrap up the stuff she's been getting at yard sales.
Phillybama, I think it took me about a month for it to fully sink in. Even now, when I feel her kick I can't belive that God would entrust me with such an awesome responsibility and blessing. Especially after I've screwed up my life.
Oh, yeah. I'm not really here. I'm just taking a purging the clutter break. Well, that's what I'm telling myself.