Speaking of traveling, I ate a lot of French pastries while in Paris. I thought all the walking and miles of bike riding would even out the scale, but all the scale did was go up. Three pounds to be exact. Yes, I ate three pounds worth of pastries, cheese, and pasta on our trip. Sorry, thighs. In any event, I'm trying not to be overly concerned with 'weight gain' this time around, but it was definitely time to get back to drinking my spinach pond scum breakfast smoothies and snacking on carrots and pistachios for snacks. It's hard not to compare pregnant body types, weight gains, etc, but that just isn't healthy for anyone. I'm also coming to the conclusion that I'm just one of those pregnant women who gets big in the belly. Also, I'm 5'10 and I would say larger than the average female frame. I'm just not tiny. A French woman asked me if I would be going into labor soon (insert cry here), but luckily I thought better of hitting her over the head with my baguette. So needless to say, I've accepted that I might grow big babies, and I'm okay with that. Now to endure all the endless comments for the next 3.5 to 4 months about whether or not I'm growing twins. Le sigh.
So let's talk about food. Because food is my love language (see above paragraph about the 3 pounds of pastry weight). My husband and I cut out drinking cow's milk a couple of years ago, and I was totally okay with that. Until that little pee stick showed two lines of positivity. Now, I am drinking ALL the whole cow's milk. Gallons of it. It's disgusting, but I can't stop. The body wants, what the body wants, right? This go around I also haven't been overly concerned with all the 'rules' we have about food and pregnancy here in the great United States. This means I've definitely eaten deli meats, an abundance of local seafood, a swab or two of raw cookie dough, drank unpasteurized juices, raw milk, and wine. In moderation, of course. From trusted sources, of course. No one freak out. Oh, and some coffee here and there. I also rode my horse. Oh, and a few bicycles. Pretty much many of the things you aren't 'supposed' to do. But hey, as far as we know, baby is healthy, mama is healthy, and we are all happy. Pastries and rule breaking aside, a typical day includes a lot of eggs, avocados, spinach smoothies, cheese, apples, carrots, nuts, quinoa/rice, broccoli, home raised beef or chicken, seafood, etc. You get the idea. I don't always eat chocolate eclairs and croissants. :)
We knew our girl name before we even conceived (which is a relief because we were coming to blows over a boy name). It's really special and full of meaning. We love it so much! If we are 'real life' pals I will happily share her name with you, but for the sake of online media, I will be referring to her as Baby E.
There's not much else to share at the moment. I'm sure I'll be checking back in again in a couple of weeks! In the meantime, please enjoy my self-narrated talk about the art of taking pregnant selfies in your bathroom. During my first pregnancy, I planned all sorts of cute (and regular) weekly bump-dates. Look at me here at 23 weeks with Ben! I'm outside! There are flowers! A cute dress and cardigan! This time, dirty bathroom mirror selfies. Maybe I'll get the ball rolling and have my husband take some better ones as we go along. I'm only marginally embarrassed by the toothpaste splatter. Anyway, focus on the bump.
|Ooops. Banana peel in the shot. Definitely make sure when taking a pregnant selfie you don't have any garbage in the photo as well.|
|It's 6:30 in the morning. Maybe not the best time to take selfies. Head tilt? No.|
|Definitely try out the cheesy face at least once.|
|Or maybe just go for the "Mutant baby in my belly" face.|
|I doubt anyone is noticing the horizontal stripes accentuating the belly at this point. Just my face. My weird face.|
|Then it maybe just starts to get really weird. Also take note again that 6:30 a.m. is not prime time for photo taking (heyo baggy eyes).|
|The mouth open face usually looks good. She said with sarcasm.|
|Well, crap. If all else fails, just go for the Zoolander look.|
|I don't even know. If it gets to this point you should probably just give up and ask your husband to take all your photos for you from this point forward.|
|OR, just revert back to the open mouth face.|