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I’m huge. There’s something kicking my guts from the inside that I’m supposed to be absolutely in love with. And I’m tired all the time.

Can I please cop out of the memes of being tagged peoples? Please Please?

Timeline:  Week 25

Bump: Unless you think I’m the kind of person to walk around with a brown-sugar-glazed country ham under my shirt, I’m definitely pregnant.

And yes. I actually totally am the kind of person who would walk around with a brown-sugar-glazed country ham under my shirt and up against my skin.

Mmmm…. Ham.

Giggle Activity:

Giggle is showing off some definite personality traits and patterns.  In the shower, she just lies very still and relaxes as if to say “Ahhhh” and just enjoy the warmth and the rhythmic tempo of the water as it beats down on my belly.  She’s like me. She loves the sound of water.  Just like I fall asleep best to the sound of rain.

She quivers and kicks a little when hungry and does something which I can only imagine to be “jazz hands” in delight after I nom nom on some chocolate.

My BFF from high school and college told me a fun story about her daughter Magda when she was in the womb.  A* watched M*A*S*H marathons end over end during the last few months of her pregnancy.  After her daughter Magda was born, the baby clearly recognized and was comforted by the voices of her mother, father, and Hawkeye.

 

Cravings:

Chocolate. Chocolate. And Chocolate.  

I’m usually not much of a sweet tooth. I’ve self described myself as more of a “meat tooth”, who’d rather be sucking on a stick of bacon than a cupcake. 

This has changed.

Last night I ate no fewer than 4 tiny mini-cakes, 3 chocolate chip cookies, and a moonpie. Washed down with a small glass of rice milk.

Honorable-Father-In-Law (HFIL) has made much appreciated efforts to stock the house with Oreos, Cookies, Cakes, and the such.

I have much confidence that I will devastate the kitchen and leave only crumbled wrappers in my wake.

Digestion:

Most dietary issues have returned from distractingly irritating to normal. I’m even pooping normally.  No more epic huge poops the shape and size of fall yams.  Thank God.

I’m just eating a lot.

No more nausea episodes and only very very intermittent coughing fits that lead to me upchucking.

What’s notable is that the most recent coughing=>upchucking fits have been triggered by the kid, herself.

Having recently recovered from a cold, I’ve noted that Giggle gets really freaked out and startled when I cough.

Last night Giggle repositioned herself to position her feet and fists firmly on my GI track which triggered violent and uncontrollable coughing.

She was FREAKING OUT.

After some negotiation between me and the kiddo, I convinced her to wiggle back into a more comfortable position for the both of us and I stopped coughing and she calmed right down.

 

Playtime:

• There is literally nothing to talk about here. 

Sleep:

• I’m sleeping pretty normally now but am resigned to the fact that I can no longer sleep on my back anymore.  Really, do you think you could fall asleep with about 3 encyclopedia volumes on your gut?  Because that’s what it feels like.

Physical:

• The irony of having Jugs at this point but not being able to handle them getting touched at all is … just… cruel.
• Popping out of the shower I sometimes imagine little sprites using my boobs and belly bump as a ski or snowboarding slope.  I imagine them doing some of the little tricks I used to do while playing SSX Tricky.  Then I start humming Run DMC while I towel off.  Luckily no one has overheard me try to imitate Rahzel in these private moments of absurdity.
• The back is beginning to be a little sore and constrained but I’m frequently told that this is just the beginning.
• WTF Belly button. It’s almost inside out. It looks freaky.
• So far so lucky, no stretch marks.  Hoping that healthy hydration, good genes, and lotion massages on the belly will keep that up.
• Recently I had a near fainting spell of overwhelming lightheadedness that ran straight up  from my knees all the way to the top of my head. I have *never* fainted before in my life so I’m glad I was sitting already at the time. Still, slightly unnerving but what I’ve been told, totally normal.

Mood/Psychology:

• What is most notable during this most recent period of pregnancy is the fact that I am able to elaborately and immersively visualize myself in specific situations and then trigger myself to be fully emotionally engaged in this fantastical episode of imagination.
• Which can be pretty awesome.  
• For example when I imagine playing dress-up with my little girl or trying to figure out what her Baptismal name should be.  If she’ll have lots of hair when she’s born and have lashes like Jason and lips like mine. 
• Or pretty sucky. 
• For example, Hubbycakes found me on my pillow quietly weeping because I had successfully managed to immerse myself in a daydream about what he and our daughter would be like in their life if I died during childbirth.  And I just couldn’t stop myself from crying for feeling so inconsolably awful and sad for the tragedy of it all.
• Hubbycakes says I’m cooking the baby pretty well. So much so that he chuckles with diabolical glee when doing things like making me hold a 10 lb bag of rice while we’re out grocery shopping and then telling me that something, to that size and volume, will be ripping out of my vagina in a few months.  And then he starts laughing at me as my face starts transforming in silent terror.
• Oh. As a followup to my previous Pregnant Lady TMI crazy moment re: the toothbrush. Well. Good thing I didn’t swish his toothbrush in the toilet for fear of poo-mouth in kissing him afterwards.  Also because he left for business trips not too long after that episode and he took *MY* toothbrush with him.  (Headdesk)

Overall Grade: A

If you wanna contribute to my baby’s diaper fund, feel free.