Today I am 27 weeks and 3 days pregnant, and very, very tired. Not tired of being pregnant – despite everything, I still kind of love being pregnant – but just tired. I finally gave in and saw a chiropractor about the Crotchal Pain of Doom, and was thrilled to discover that after the appointment I could walk without waddling, and put on my shoes without crying. Rolling over in bed still hurts a lot, but I’ll take what I can get at this point.
Thanks to Husband’s diligent feeding, I have now gained TWENTY-FIVE POUNDS! My goal is forty, and I’m beginning to think I might actually get there.
But you didn’t come here to hear about all this. You came for the belly photos. So here they are. They were taken right before bed, so don’t judge me too harshly for the sweatpants.
How ’bout those stretch marks, eh? I grease my belly faithfully at least three times a day with Mother’s Special Blend and Mama Bee Belly Butter, but the stretch marks come anyway. I thought they would bother me, but they really don’t. In a strange way, I’m kind of fond of them now.