We’ve reached my favorite number in weeks: twenty-six! And I have been feeling great! Baby boy is just as active as ever, and I’m loving every second of it. Like baby, like mama, because I’ve been staying active too! It’s keeping me feeling amazing, which is so important.
I had a girl who hadn’t seen me in like a year say to me, “You’re huge!” I’m sorry, what? Like, how do you even respond to that. I’m giving her the benefit of the doubt, and assuming she has never known a pregnant girl/ is young/ is immature/ didn’t mean anything mean by it. But really?? Take note, everyone in the world: that belongs in the “Things to Never Say to a Pregnant Person” category. NOT okay. Plus, I’m not even huge, so you know. I ain’t taking it personal, that’s for sure. They know not what they say.
We had an ultrasound and the tech said that baby is measuring on the smaller side of the normal range. And, hey, after hearing that my mom and mother-in-law both had three babies that were all over 8 lbs, hearing that he’s smaller is like music to my ears. Stay small, little one! I mean, not too small, but you know. Small enough. ;)
None of my bras fit me so I had to buy a bunch of new ones. Being pregnant is expensive. But you don’t hear me complaining!
I cry at commercials more often now. Like, sometimes the stupidest things. And the Olympics are coming up, and I am alwayyyys a mess at the opening ceremonies, even when not pregnant. So, that’ll be fun. These hormones, they’re something else, I tell you.
The last time I went to the doctor, she wanted me to gain a little weight, and this time she told me that I gained a few more pounds than recommended, which all in all evens out, but I mean. It was the holidays. So. Everyone gets a free pass for the holidays, right? Cookies and all.