Pregnancy notes.

[rivka]

• Li'l Critter either really likes, or really dislikes, spicy food. Because after we had Mongolian barbecue last night: kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick. For a couple of hours.
  
  24 weeks is TOO EARLY to kick your way out of my stomach, dear. Please be advised.
  
  
• My stomach looks like a troupe of weasels have made a concerted assault on my navel. I have a couple dozen short stretch marks, livid purple, all on the lower belly slope. It really does look like something, or some large group of somethings, was trying to claw its way up.
  
  
• Memo to myself: next time, instead of trying to jog for a block and a half, miss the light rail. Even if it means being late for physical therapy. You just plain don't have the wind for jogging. When your heart tried to leap out of your chest? That was a clue.
  
  
• It turns out that the midwife was 100% correct in her prediction that I didn't need to worry about my weight because I would soon be ravenously hungry. Here's what I ate yesterday: a very large bowl of Cheerios with milk, a carton of yogurt, three mini shrimp salad sandwiches (the size of a large dinner roll), a large handful of potato chips, a handful of carrot sticks, three-quarters of a cup of mixed fruit, two more mini shrimp salad sandwiches, another half-cup of mixed fruit, a handful of olives, two large plates of Mongolian barbecue, a half-cup of honeydew melon, a half-cup of chocolate pudding, and two cookies. At bedtime I was thinking about ice cream, but was too lazy to go downstairs.
  
  Yeah. I think I'm going to be gaining some of that missing weight soon.
  

Comments

[kcobweb.livejournal.com]

24 weeks is TOO EARLY to kick your way out of my stomach, dear. Please be advised.

It really does feel like that, doesn't it? Last night, mine was going absolutely nuts from 8 p.m. till about 11:30. Sleep? We don't need no stinkin' sleep! (Well, she doesn't anyway - she sleeps all day, as far as I can tell.)

Usually when galagan talks to my belly, she calms down and is still, but last night that didn't even do it.

[rivka.livejournal.com]

He talks to your belly? Oh, that's the sweetest thing. I will keep that in mind for when she won't stop kicking.

How's your appetite doing? You're not going to have your ultrasound until next week, right?

[kcobweb.livejournal.com]

He started talking to my belly last week, after we went to our first pregnancy class (I think she mentioned that fetuses can hear voices at this point) - every night now when we get into bed, he pulls his pillow over next to my belly and talks, and sometimes even whispers to it. I am mostly not really allowed to participate in these conversations - so they are pretty one-sided: he is talking to her, and not to me. :) He will sometimes decide he has to explain some concept to her (like say, what bowling is), or ask her questions about what she will be like.

Sweet? Absolutely meltingly so.