11 weeks to go and I am feelin' it now! I feel like I have a bowling ball in my belly and if I bend over to pick something up, I'll take my back out...or I might not get back up...or my pants will split open! That's fine, I get no sympathy from anyone around here. Not when your mother did it 4x's- funny how she doesn't remember anything either.
So, Steve and I go to the mall on Friday night and I talked him into looking at "just a few baby things". He was a little apprehensive, but of course he did anyway! So my baby shopping experience at this outlet store was ruined when I saw some chick from high school that I never really liked. Almost the entire time we were there, I was ducking her as she followed me from aisle to aisle. Steve would be on look out and yell when she was coming. It sucked. I finally decided I didn't care and just ignored her as she stood right next to me, regardless of how far I wandered. Even laid back Steve said she was annoying him!(...nice to know it's not just me after all).
Whenver I drop anything these days, I ask poor Steve if he'll pick it up. I can't really do the house chores that I used to, so I do what I can and then I have to ask Steve to finish it. I eat all dessert that's up for grabs, I toss and turn all night, I beg Steve to go walk with me when he doesn't want to......man, you wonder who's got it worse? Don't answer that.
Last thing here, baby is kicking really really hard these days. So much for the worrying about that! He's pretty active most the time. We still play our little game where he pushes and I push back. The dr. said everything sounded and looked good at my last appt. Got more blood taken to test for gestational diabetes...negative. I have to go in once every 2 weeks now. I hate going to the dr.'s. I think they blow me off and they never really say much. I pay A LOT of money to go in and they pass me around like a......then they don't even know my name or anything! I mean, fool me! My freggin name is on the paper! PRETEND YOU KNOW ME. oooo mood swing.
