It happened. I "popped" as they say. I officially look pregnant without a doubt. Even a month ago, some people didn't realize I was pregnant just by looking at me. (Usually I was wearing a loose shirt or an open jacket) but now there is no mistaking it. Just look at the change in my bump shots over the last 3 weeks!
How I managed to avoid stretch marks so far is beyond me. When I look at the stretching my belly has done over the last month, I'm amazed I don't have at least a few. I'm slathering on the coconut oil and cocoa butter, but I think my best defense is the 3-4 litres of water I drink every day. You know, hydrating from the inside out. Mom didn't get stretch marks and I know they say they are hereditary, but I didn't inherit Mom's skin, I've got 100% celtic skin and Mom has a European, olive complexion. According to my app, baby is estimated to be only 2.75 pounds right now, so I know she still has a lot more growing to do. How much bigger am I going to get over the next +/- 10 weeks?! So I still may get them...
Thankfully I am still sleeping well. I can't imagine how cranky I'd be if I weren't, because I am tired all the time now. I don't have much patience when I'm tired but Andino knows that so he doesn't push my buttons. (smart man!) Until now I've maintained my regular workout schedule and household chores that I did before I got pregnant, but I told Andino on the weekend that I might have to start scaling it back a notch. I felt kind of guilty saying so because he is a much busier person than I am but he totally understood. He asked me which chores I'd like him to take on and I told him it would be nice if he could be in charge of cleaning the bathroom. I find it hard to bend over the toilet and tub and stretch to clean the walls inside the shower. This weekend I realized the work of growing a baby is finally starting to catch up with me.
As tired as I've been lately, I've been worried about the possibility of having gestational diabetes and how that would impact my life during the next two months. I was looking forward to seeing my midwife this Thursday to discuss the results of my second glucose test, but she called on Friday afternoon. She said the same thing she said when she called to tell me I failed the glucose screening test: "Do you have time to talk right now?" I wasn't expecting to hear from her because I assumed that like a Doctor, she'd only call if something was up and I didn't expect to fail the glucose tolerance test. "I'm just calling to let you know that everything was fine with the second glucose test" Yay! I was so relieved. I appreciated that she called to let me know, so I wouldn't have to wonder until my next appointment.
In other news, I have been having fun learning how to use my new camera. I've been looking for photography tips on Pinterest and I've started taking a few shots. I am so excited to learn more and hopefully take some great shots this summer.
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