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Wasn't last week 25 weeks? Haven't I been at 25 weeks for months now?
Anyway, I went to my first pre-natal yoga class on Monday. Well, I attempted to go to my first pre-natal yoga class. They forgot to mention on the phone that it was in the Dover campus of the hospital. There I was, wandering around the Denville campus... Silly, fat pregnant lady...
We have achieved high chair and furniture. (Thanks Mom!) I dragged her along to help me pick out a high chair and she insisted on buying it (Thanks Mom!) Now that we've almost finished our room (all that's left is the second coat of paint on the smaller walk-in closet and the paint on the doors) we can begin painting the Nursery so we have a place to put all this stuff.
The baby is now strong enough (or big enough) that I can see my stomach move when s/he kicks. It looks like Aliens. I was sitting in a meeting yesterday morning and my stomach was going bezerker. I think all hands, feet, arms, legs, head and elbows were all going at the same time. I'm not carrying a baby; I'm carrying an octopus.
Feet are swollen now. Attractive.
Still no stretch marks. Knock on wood.
Still an inny. Knock on wood.
You know, I think 9 months is entirely too long to be pregnant. Wouldn't a 5 or 6 month gestation period be better? Nine months is soooo long!!!
102 more days til baby.
51 more days at work.
Posted by Terri at February 1, 2006 10:07 AM
Ahem - you did not mention the kick in the lungs that you got the other day....major alien moment...
Posted by: Vizma at February 1, 2006 01:47 PM