And I don’t mean my pregnant belly today. Though you should really see it. Ask me next time to lift my shirt and show you. It’s impressive.
No, I’m fit to bursting with pride about my DAD. My Dad, who started his acting career at the ripe old age of sihii-mmmmprhph is going to be . . . → Read More: fit to bursting
This morning I had a craving for squash pancakes. Squash meaning zucchini and pancakes like my Great Aunt Edith used to make, muppet-green, crispy brown edges, and served with sour cream and homemade blackberry jam.
Today my Pilates instructor said something to the effect of “Wow, you really look pregnant.” I swear, I’m getting bigger on a daily basis now. My appetite has also gotten larger. I still feel like I’m on track, weight-gain-wise, but it’s interesting to feel hungrier. I’d expected to be a lot more hungry during pregnancy, . . . → Read More: bigger every day
For weeks now, I’ve been pretty sure I’ve been feeling what they call “fluttering.” Now I understand why Tom Cruise bought that sonogram machine. I’d like a little window on my abdomen, just to see for sure that he’s in there, moving around. Of course we saw him move at the 16-week ultrasound, and given . . . → Read More: is he moving or is it gas?
Snoogle used to be “our” word. A kind of extension of snuggling. A snuggle that has more oomph and a longer duration.
Recently, I found out that a Snoogle is also a popular pregnancy sleep aid, specifically, a pillow that goes under your head, snakes around your body, and comes up between your knees. To . . . → Read More: me and my snoogle pillow
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