So, we’re officially halfway done and that is exciting stuff. Because we found out somewhat early (apparently, those tests are telling the truth when they say find out 5 days sooner) the road to this point has seemed verrrrrrrrrrrrry long. I feel like I’ve been pregnant for 20 years, not 20 weeks.
Ebin was across the country for the whole week and, man, did that suck. I wish I could say I spent the week productively preparing for our incoming guests next week but I will unabashedly admit that I spent much of the time with my feet up, watching trashy television and clearing our house of every ounce of emergency food. Let’s just hope this weekend includes a trip or two to the grocery store.
Status Update: Only a few more days until THE ULTRASOUND! I have been waiting for this one, single event since the moment the test turned positive and can barely wait any longer. The pictures finally do a decent job of reflecting my growing girth. Huge and getting huger. Despite how large I have felt over the last few weeks, I was feeling pretty smug that the scale didn’t reflect the gains. That all changed this week when I put on at least two pounds in as many days. I have since stepped away from the french fries.
142 days down, 137 days to go!