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):