Man oh man, did my belly ever add on some additions to this sweet little baby’s home this past week! Closed in the sunroom, added a den off the main, an ensuite to the master, and is that a hot tub on the new balcony, or did the toilet in the main bath have another flood? In other words? Belly went BOOM. Baby packed on a solid happy meal or two because I can feel its legs and arms giving my insides the ol’ whatfor. I can feel it from the outside now, and even Katie felt it too!
Here are the down and dirty stats, the only things anyone really cares about, right? 99% of you don’t give an reticulated python about what I’m craving or whether or not I’ve painted the nursery. For what it’s worth, we don’t have a nursery. The baby will sleep nestled up beside me and my over-productive boobies and drown in breastmilk for the first year of its life. Callum is barely out of our room, so I have no doubt we’ll be sharing our marriage chambers with a bunk bed and some Power Rangers for a couple more years. #dreambig
I weigh 126 lb. I dropped a pound, and you know what? It’s FINE. Because I can visibly see the size of my belly growing and I can physically feel the baby getting big enough to kung fu my colon. It’s healthy, I’m healthy, and we will all make it.
In case you missed it, I did have some issues with the pooper, but it’s worked itself out now. Literally. Other than that I’ve felt great! I am feeling 110% pregnant now, though. It’s like I got sucked out of my old body and put inside a completely different one, which is normal and legit and as it should be. So I am treading lightly, literally, because I can feel my hips more loose and my boobies don’t bounce anymore–they sway. Don’t even try arguing with me when I say that I can feel my child, safe and secure of course, held tightly within my womb, pressing heavily upon my bottom region with each step. It’s not just its weight (not even half a pound yet!) but the increased blood flow, the pressure, the…other stuff. I can feel it all.
If you’re interested, here is my mileage recap for week 17. Why do I keep running? Because I can, and because I love it! It’s why I do most things. I frigging love sports. I’m not going to be an Olympian, but that isn’t a reason to stop practicing my sport. I’ve been squishy and milky, and I’ve been lean with a six pack and wrinkly skin-folds for boobies and I’ve felt exactly as I should be in both circumstances. I love pulling on my leggings and feeling a softness spill over the edges of the back of my waistband. I frigging LOVE it. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t cup my boobs in my hands and give them some love before I jump into the shower. Bodies are magical. Absolute magic. The lines of my muscles along my thighs, my sunken eyes from giving too much, the sunspots that tattle on my teenage years, they’re all a part of me, and I love it all. I want that for all of us. What a gift. What an undeserving gift, to feel peace like that. My body has weighed 183 lb, and my body has weighed 115 lb and it’s always been Suzy’s eyes looking back at me through the steam of the shower, through the impossibilities, through the pain, through the everything. If I don’t love her, I lose her.
Yeah so, uhhh… I dropped a pound. I can feel the baby move. It’s amazing.
I love you guys. <3