One thing is for certain---I don't think anyone's ever prepared to understand what it feels like to be pregnant until you actually go through it. It's my body, but obviously one that I've never known. WEIRD things happening people!!
And let's go ahead and talk about this kicking baby. She moves in-cess-antly. It's actually an insane feeling especially when you've got waves of movement and jabs right and left coming from the inside. The best way to describe it is it feels like you've got a bad case of the farts---except it never comes. (Gross...I know. How un-lady-like of me, but we're all human, right?) Like your stomach churns and gurgles.....and that's about it. It's unpredictable and you wonder what the heesh is going on in there. Not to mention, my beloved sleep routine seems like it has now become a thing of the past. If it's not being woken up by all these ninja punches, it's the excruciating-midnight-wake-me-up-fiery-charlie-horse-leg-cramps I'm getting in BOTH my legs throughout the evening. Or maybe it's the cotton mouth-but-I-dont-want-to-drink-too-much-water-or-I'll-be-peeing-the-entire-night that has been causing this restlessness.
Whatever it is, it's not anything you'd anticipate until you've gone through this whole life changing experience. I keep trying to get Daniel in on this so he can feel as connected as possible to baby Morgan, and he's certainly felt a few major kicks here and there---but most of the time it's just me who's feeling all of the squirmyness from the inside.
I've officially outworn my jeans. I tried to wear them as long as possible, and I managed to sneak away with a couple hair bands holding back the buttons...until my Santouka ramen lunch the other day at Mitsuwa. The hairband literally SNAPPED and broke off WHILE I was eating my noodles. It was a pretty major realization for me---seriously! I couldn't get away with it any longer, so I've finally ordered a few pair of
Our house project has been delayed (major grin) since the architect's main structural engineer has gone AWOL. Not the greatest news you should be relaying to a six month pregnant, homeless wife, but it is what it is. We'll just have to roll with it. Daniel went to town this past weekend and took it upon himself to go ahead and start demoing within reason. Our good friends, Danny and Jordan, and my sister's fiancee, Kevin, also volunteered their manly services to help wreck some things. One weekend and a large dumpster later...we've moved the needle a smidge! THANKS GUYS!!
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| Pre-demo. Of course, Daniel couldn't help himself and didn't wait for me to take pics before ripping out a couple cabinets to the left. I forced him to stop so I could at least snap a few before going to town. |
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| Hey, laminate! |
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| The smell of ripping out cabinets from the 1950's? Slapworthy. |
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| Like whoa. |
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| Let's break ish. |
With that, I leave you with my 5.5 month preggo pic. I'm not one for selfies ever...but the difference between 4 to 5 months has been pretty astonishing. SO, here she is:
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| Lovely lady bunp. |
Which, by the way, she's been kickin' this whole time I've been blogging, so I'm going to get off my bum and walk her back to sleep. Hope you're all enjoying this gorgeous weather and beautiful summer. Until next time, au revoir!
