Today I took advantage of a little downtime to take some preggo shots. I forgot the tripod so most of them came out blurry and out of focus. I am a fabulous photographer. I am not sticking my stomach out; this is a real, protruding six month baby belly. Three more months to go before we can finally meet our sweet little baby girl. I am still not looking forward to labor and delivery, but I do want to have a natural birth, and not rely on any medications and/or interventions (hahahaha, please remind me this when I am screaming in pain after being in labor for twelve hours!).
Saw some highly interesting/amusing/scary natural birth videos on youtube, so hey if freaking yourself out is your cup of tea, check that shit out. Also, please make fun of my preggo jean shorts. Pretty cute/horrid, huh? Once you get pregnant fashion goes out the window and is replaced by comfort in everything ranging from shoes, to shirts to pants to skirts. If it's not comfy and stretchy I am not wearing it. If Lycra is not at least 50% of it or if it isn't loose, I am passing.
Papo says hiyo. My hair has been looking better than ever. This is a gross admittance, but I only wash it about once or twice a week. It hardly gets greasy and does not smell. Then again, haven't been doing a lot of exercise. Ughhhh, I know I am supposed to, but we're in rainy season and rainy season is bipolar, so some afternoons its pouring and others the sun is shinning and happy and cancerous. Also, I don't see walrus' out there getting a lot of exercise; I see them hanging out on the beach, getting sun, lazing about drinking virgin pina coladas (which is exactly what I should be doing as well).
Speaking of walrus', I am feeling rather lumbering and huge. When I try switching sides at night it requires a lot of work and grunting. Hi, I grunt now. Very appealing! I'm also sleeping with about six pillows; two under my head (to avoid preggo nasal congestion), two on my left side, and a huge, long bigger than king size pillow on my right (which my mom named The Chorizo for obvious reasons). Sleep is not always comfortable, as sleeping on my side causes my back to hurt. The weird dreams have kept on, but I have thankfully had few nightmares. One nightmare I had was that Drew was cheating on me with a blond, and when I confronted him with the evidence, he was very nonplussed about it. I woke up feeling kind of pissy towards him. Very adult and mature.
Most of my clothes stopped fitting awhile ago, so I have a few bits of reliable clothing that I've been wearing over and over and over again. I haven't worn a belt in what feels like ages. Those lovely, loose fitting dresses I used to wear pre-preggo now fit me like a sausage. A very preggo sausage.