Wiggly, Wiggly Baby

Yesterday Dr. Dayton told me I'd probably be feeling the baby "wiggle" before the next appointment. Indeed. He/she's been wiggling for about a week now. Any seemingly random giggles from me are a result of the wiggly baby tickling me from the inside. It will be nice to finally "see" the wiggly baby at the ultrasound next month. July 12th for those that want to know the exact day of this momentous occasion. The perfect birthday present.

Pants

I have to go pants shopping today. Ugh. It's not fun...ever! This time should be much more amusing than usual...given the baby belly that sticks out and the extra "padding" on my already-too-large hips. :) Thank heavens for friends...meaning girls that are willing to endure the humiliation with you. As much fun as Steve would have waiting for me to try pants on and actually find some I don't hate...I'm sure he has better things to be doing. Too bad we pregnant women can't wear pajamas the whole 9 months! That would be some fashion statement. Oh wait...I wear PJs for most of the day...even to the store...

Another Fat Day

I getting really sick of looking/feeling fat. I've never been that skinny, but this is rediculous. Going to the doctor is depressing. For once in my life I actually know how much I weigh. While I won't share that number with you, I will say that by the time this is all over I will officially weigh a good deal more than Steve. Ugh. That's disgusting. He keeps reminding me it's all for a good cause. If I were having twins, I would give myself a little less grief. I really can't wait to look pregnant enough that the whole world knows, not just my family and close friends who see me frequently enough to see the changes. So, today is yet another Fat Day- a day on which no matter how much or how little I eat/keep down, I still feel and look rediculously rotund. Hooray for being short and round!