This has been a pretty good summer to be preggers. It has not been remotely like the first summer we lived in Lawrence (surface of the sun), and it's been even rainier and cooler than last summer. I figured if this summer was going to be anything like that first summer, I would have to buy a kiddie pool and sit in it all summer long. I am sure the neighbors are glad that I have not yet had to buy a kiddie pool.
I am having issues, though. I'm finding that I can't really sit close to my desk anymore, and I'm having to reach a lot further to get to the keyboard. I need one of those desks with a belly cut-out! And it is officially difficult to put on my socks in the morning. Still no particularly weird cravings... pretty much the same foods taste fine to me as always. Although, you have no idea how incredible a margarita sounds these days. Or a gin and tonic. Or beer. Or a tall glass of sauvignon blanc. It's starting to slowly dawn on me that it's more than 9 months of no drinking - it's more like 12 - 15 when you account for nursing. It seems to me that a full-term baby should be able to handle the occasional double G&T or bottle of whiskey, but I guess that's why they don't let me write parenting books. :-)
You know what's strange? I've had probably three strangers approach me and tell me that I am going to have a girl. Weird! It's eerie that I haven't had any strangers approach me to tell me that I'm going to have a boy. Either there are a lot of psychic people floating around Lawrence, or there really is something to the old wive's tale about how you're carrying correlating to the baby's sex. I can't tell a difference in how people are carrying. They just look pregnant to me. I guess I'm just not psychic enough.
I am growing tired of people asking how far along I am. Almost inevitably, when I tell them I have 2 1/2 months left to go, they look taken aback, look at my enormous tummy, look at me, and say "Ooooh, you've got a long ways to go, and through the hot summer!" Thanks. I hadn't thought about that at all!
I am having issues, though. I'm finding that I can't really sit close to my desk anymore, and I'm having to reach a lot further to get to the keyboard. I need one of those desks with a belly cut-out! And it is officially difficult to put on my socks in the morning. Still no particularly weird cravings... pretty much the same foods taste fine to me as always. Although, you have no idea how incredible a margarita sounds these days. Or a gin and tonic. Or beer. Or a tall glass of sauvignon blanc. It's starting to slowly dawn on me that it's more than 9 months of no drinking - it's more like 12 - 15 when you account for nursing. It seems to me that a full-term baby should be able to handle the occasional double G&T or bottle of whiskey, but I guess that's why they don't let me write parenting books. :-)
You know what's strange? I've had probably three strangers approach me and tell me that I am going to have a girl. Weird! It's eerie that I haven't had any strangers approach me to tell me that I'm going to have a boy. Either there are a lot of psychic people floating around Lawrence, or there really is something to the old wive's tale about how you're carrying correlating to the baby's sex. I can't tell a difference in how people are carrying. They just look pregnant to me. I guess I'm just not psychic enough.
I am growing tired of people asking how far along I am. Almost inevitably, when I tell them I have 2 1/2 months left to go, they look taken aback, look at my enormous tummy, look at me, and say "Ooooh, you've got a long ways to go, and through the hot summer!" Thanks. I hadn't thought about that at all!
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