Week 24

current weight: 157.5 screw the scale at the OB's office.

Our little guy has been moving around quite a bit lately. I felt the first really noticeable kick last week. It felt like the bubbles in your stomach when you hold in a fart. (There he goes again. Must know that I'm talking about him) I could actually see a little bubble last night. Cesar isn't exactly interested, but I don't know that I would be too interested in his bowelesque feelings...or whatever the male equivalent is.
I really look pregnant now. I'm sure there are still some people out there who can take a look at me and think "I didn't know she was a competitive eater".
I'm feeling the pressure of time. 3 months to go and still don't know where we'll live. Wow, 3 months. THREE. Good news is that Cesar has been working a lot harder to find full time work. tick tock babies. Hope next week I have good news to report. We have started making steps to save money. He is the detail man, but he always wants to have the finest of everything. Meanwhile, I walk around as a steady reminder that reality is far from his visions. "Maybe someday, but for now..." However, it is fun to get wrapped up in mentally painting walls, planting a garden, picking out furniture, and playing in the yard. Maybe someday, but for now...we wait.
Going back to the weight gain; my parents like to shake their heads' and frown at my numbers. I, however, did a little research of my own. Based on my weekly weigh ins at home, on my scale, wearing the same thing each time, I am still within the healthy limits recommended. So poo poo on all of your furrowed brows. Am I on the high side? yes. Do I wish I had gained less weight? absolutely.  I've said it before and I'll say it again: going from always trying to loose weight and keep my numbers from creeping back up to flip a switch and be "okay" with weight gain is fiercely difficult.  It might have something to do with my perfectly-normal-but-a-little-on-the-high-side weight gain. So for now, I will don my Nike's and march onward and upward.
My hair has become on my list of things that are annoying about my totally easy pregnancy.  I have about 2 inches of regrowth, the color has totally faded and its dry at the ends, oily at the roots. What is that!? Someone actually asked me if I was going blond...I'm scared to re color, but what is a red head to do? I've seen some pictures of other women immediately after giving birth and, as vain as it is, I do not want to look like that. I entrusted my wonderful boyfriend with the job of making sure I don't look shiny in any photos but he cannot fix my color. I finally started writing down questions like this for my next prenatal exam. Eventually I'll remember to ask them.

As negative as I may sound, my wheels have been working in overdrive. Thinking of where to live, ways to start a career, educating myself, preparing for my life to change in THREE MONTHS, paying attention to things that inspire me so I can inspire my boys, and even fantasizing about being a cute mom with a bohemian baby wrap, and someday fitting into my old clothes, heck! maybe even smaller ones.
Off to sleep, perchance to dream.

p.s. got my spell check button back!