Baby boy is the size of a head of lettuce and working on adding baby fat. That chub is important!
My hips have never popped a day in their life, but the other morning rolling this body out of bed I popped both and it.was.weird!
Taking shoes on and off is hard. I usually opt for lay on the couch and have Dan pull the boots of my feet when the option presents itself. (Come to think of it I did that prior to being pregnant anyways…)
I’ve worn leggings for 2 weeks straight to work. Apparently I’ve thrown dressing professionally out the window. I figure any man I work with would be too afraid to tell the pregnant lady to dress differently.
Speaking of working with men. I work in an almost all male work place. 100 + men, 4 women. Please men, save yourselves. No woman ever wants pregnancy advice from you. “Yeah my wife had a baby 2 years ago so I know exactly what you are going through.” Really? I think not!
My skin thinks I’m 15 again. (Think horrible teen acne, not youthful and nice)
I wore my sunglasses on the top of my head for a good 5-10min while working out at the gym. Just plain forgot they were up there…
I wish I had another ultra sound, or the good sense to record mine with a cell phone cause I just wanna see my little guy again!