Saturday, February 7, 2009

30 Weeks!

Supposedly, going forward, my little guy is going to put on a half pound a week for the next 7 weeks. What a little porker! I feel like he's popped out a ton this week and just looking at last weeks photo, I think he really has. I too feel a bit more like a porker these days. My thighs have started competing for real estate lately and my hips are getting wider. I'm trying not to notice.

I put some effort in attempting to get some reading done for class today (I did get in a good ten pages on the current American economic crisis, Reganism, and the deregulation of the market), however I found myself distracted by nice weather and random run-ins with old friends.

As I was headed to get a cup of decaf and hunker down over my book, I get a call from Megan, whom I hadn't seen since my birthday party in July. We were amid chat fest when suddenly I heard her scream my name, which happened to coincide with an additional screaming of my name from a nearby vehicle. I turned to find her screaming from a car that was driving down the street I was walking down. I screamed and jumped in return (mental picture of 7 month pregnant lady screaming and jumping at cars).

This inevitably resulted in a giggle-fest, reminiscing over our crazy youth days of making forts and trying to sell pine tree perfume. She, her younger sister and I then spent the afternoon enjoying gelato, and strolling through Laurelhurst park.

The three of us enjoying the sunny winter weather:

My personal defense system:

Showing how "useful" being pregnant can be:

We haven't changed much (circa 1990):


Anonymous said...

Procrastination is the name of the game--and it works (most of the time)!
It's Megan! I haven't seen her in AGES!

MissAnneThrope said...

You are BEAUTIFUL miss momoly. I can't wait until the next time I get to shake the belly. Maybe I can get the little guy to toss me a prenatal high five. Auntie Becky will be sure to supply some Manowar for the nursery tunes. ;)