I hope everyone had a fantastic Thanksgiving/Black Friday (OMG. People are CRAZY)/Regular weekend (for my lovely non-Americans).
It’s like the five days where Tim wasn’t at work flew by faster than one when he is there. I really enjoyed having him around for more than a few minutes in the morning and a few hours in the evening. I kind of forgot what that was like…
I wanted to make this Thanksgiving special…to make it memorable…to make it ours. I don’t know why I struggle so much with the “last” of everything. Thanksgiving was the first last holiday Tim and I will have together before the sprout comes into our lives as a real, live, baby (versus one who kicks me spontaneously in random places all along my torso). I can’t believe Christmas is right around the corner…because I thought about all of these holidays as SO FAR AWAY.
Yet here they are.
Flying before my eyes.
It scares me.
Baby sprout will be here sooner than I realize. I just know it.
Funny, I passed a milestone on Thanksgiving day. I hit the third trimester.
The very last one.
The one where, on my pregnancy app on my phone, I can see that I only have 12 weeks left instead of only being 12 weeks pregnant – and I vividly remember being 12 weeks pregnant and dying to tell everyone “the news.”
Seriously, where does the time go?
I can tell you where the belly goes, though.
Holy moly, Batman.
I feel like I’m growing by the minute. Everything feels tight and full and getting up from a lying down or a seated position requires five minutes and a fork lift.
Compare this most recent picture to this one at 20 weeks!
My belly now dwarfs my boobs (sad face)
Also: my butt is increasing exponentially in size.
Triple sad face.
At 28…almost 29 weeks, pregnancy is beginning to become uncomfortable. My back hurts a lot, especially if I stay in one position for too long. I’m hoping my continuation of light weights will help…Also? My belly button looks like an alien ready to pop out of a secret hiding place. The skin around it is all stretched out and firm and it is only a matter of time before the whole thing comes out to say hello.
Did I mention I have the world’s deepest belly button? So this non-deepness is really saying something about what is going on inside…
And for you foodies, here’s a little bit on our Thanksgiving smorgasbord:
I felt bad because I A: meant to buy sparkling apple juice or some other kind of beverage to have with our meal, but my pregnant brain completely forgot and I was lamenting before we ate all, “I meant to…but I forgot! We can’t just have water!!!”
So, Tim made…lemonade.
(the irony here is palpable)
And did we eat?
Oh, yes, we ate.
This plate was the only plate of food I had. There was no room for going back for anything else…except pie.
Because who doesn’t love pie?
And these two pies? Homemade crusts and freaking fantastic.
The whole cooking of the meal was really….non-eventful. We spent a few hours on Wednesday, baking the pies and prepping things for Thursday and let me – the worst cook ever – tell you: THAT WORKS. Instead of flying around the kitchen like chickens with our heads cut off, we leisurely prepared the food and everything came out on time and I even had time to put on a dress.
Guess what else we did over the weekend?
That fun comes at you tomorrow.