Lately I feel boring, like all I have to think and talk about is food and pregnancy. More specifically, how I’m managing with food during my pregnancy. Happily, this week I finally feel like I’ve got the hang of cooking with very little or no fat, and this is the fifth day in a row that I have felt good. Pre-gallbladder attack good. Five days in a row! It feels like a miracle.
Some days I’m wearing my regular clothes and some days I need a little help concealing the fact that my pants are undone. My weight is sitting around 128 to 129 pounds this week, which is still six or seven pounds below my pre-pregnancy weight. I worry about this sometimes, but as I’ve been told, the baby is like a little parasite in there, and it will take everything it needs while I get whatever is leftover. This is a theme in motherhood, isn’t it?
Naps are down to a minimum now that I have more energy. Actually, that’s misleading. It’s not so much as I have more energy on a daily basis, but more stamina. Endurance. I’m exhausted at bedtime but I can make it through a busy day without having to collapse into a coma in the middle of it.
The question I’ve been asked several times this week is, “Are you going to find out if it’s a boy or a girl?” The answer to that is, yes. At least that’s the plan. I know that sometimes doctors can be wrong, but I find it comforting that among all of these confusing facts and figures, there is one piece of information we can become somewhat sure of and prepared for.
I can’t wait it find out if you’re going to have a daughter or a son!! I’m nosey!!
Hugs!!
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I don’t know why I can’t type today.
Hugs!!