Yesterday was 16 weeks. I'm not showing yet really, but hopefully will soon. I just look
like I drank too much beer. I'm definitely ready to trade this look in for something more...oh I don't know...pregnant-looking. I feel like I'm in third grade again when I wanted glasses and braces. I got them both and ended up hating life. Now, all I want is to gain weight and look bigger -- when am I ever going to wish for that again? Ignore my dorky outfits in the side pics (green shirt at 8 weeks, white shirt at 12 weeks, blue shirt at 16 weeks). We're taking them every four weeks (Adam's taking one, too, but that might be for another entry...).
The baby's grown toenails and is now getting hair on its head. It's the size of an apple or avacado or some other piece of food. All the books use food examples, maybe they figure pregnant women can relate since we're always hungry. I've started exercising again but am making sure to keep my heartrate under 140
since that's when it starts getting bad for baby. We bought a heartrate monitor just to make sure, and when I put it on, I look like a real gym rat, which is ironic since I have a membership I hardly use... (Brooke here -
I hijacked this blog - she works out in her GARAGE people - how would she even know what a gym rat looks like???)Seems everyone around us is pregnant, too -- Morgan's having identical twin girls in May, Michaela's due two days before me, Mikel's due a month after me, and Averi's due in October. Baby fever, fo sho.
Today has been a big day. Not so much for me as for my youngest sister Katie, who's a freshman at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte. Her team won the university's first-ever Atlantic 10 women's championship! Now, they're going to the 2009 NCAA Tournament, which is huge! Here's a team picture of Katie in all her green and gold glory, and here's a link if you're interested in reading up on the baddest team in the A10! Go 49ers! http://atlantic10.cstv.com/sports/w-baskbl/atl10-w-baskbl-body.html
ust have known he was going to draw our blood and make us pee in little vials. I'd have been scared of Max, too. Here's a recent picture, if you haven't seen him lately. Five pounds of pure furry fury. If I wouldn't have shoved Max in the guest bedroom, he would probably still be barking. It's his thing. And, Adam loves it. Turns out, when you're a clinical pathologist working for an insurance company, you're paid to be very observant. He knew I was pregnant before I told him because he saw a book that was sitting out, and he noticed I wasn't wearing my wedding ring (since I wasn't completely ready at 7:30 a.m.!) and asked me why. Isn't that kind of creepy? 
like I drank too much beer. I'm definitely ready to trade this look in for something more...oh I don't know...pregnant-looking. I feel like I'm in third grade again when I wanted glasses and braces. I got them both and ended up hating life. Now, all I want is to gain weight and look bigger -- when am I ever going to wish for that again? Ignore my dorky outfits in the side pics (green shirt at 8 weeks, white shirt at 12 weeks, blue shirt at 16 weeks). We're taking them every four weeks (Adam's taking one, too, but that might be for another entry...). 
