No new photo this time. I am feeling way too fat. Sorry guys. Maybe in a few weeks when the Christmas photos begin. For now I am sitting in self loathing at the site of my body and face in the mirror. Not that I am that vain but since I have pretty much given up every form of exercise except: running to the fridge or bathroom, chasing my kids around the house or hoofing myself up my tri-level home, I am feeling pretty round.
Now on top of that and running out of thigh room in my pants, I am starting to dream that I am going to be giving birth. The dream was so real last night I had to really remember this morning on how far along I was and also realize my doctor appointment today was only for my 29 week check up and not to be induced. I told the nurse to just write down fat in place of a number for my weight today. She thought I was joking. But hey, nothing like starting a week off my slamming a cold disgustingly sweet orange drink first thing in the morning, then getting poked with a needle and hour later ( I HATE NEEDLES), then weigh in. Seriuosly, what about a nice papsmear instead? Baby is doing great though, she moves a lot and the doctor guesses she is about 3 lbs. Only 11 weeks to go.
I do think for some reason that the 3rd pregnancy must be the longest. I mean I already know what the birth will pretty much be like, I know my children will or won’t get along and I think I am just ready to get on with the show already. Plus it is super exciting knowing I am having a girl so the rest is not mysteriuos until she arrives. I think that is partly why I am not even interested in what I want for Christmas this year. Seriously people are asking me and I don’t want anything, just my three babies.
Since I am just lazing around the house most days I have decided that I have to stop that. I am going to being a new routine, already checked with my doctor so MIL and DAD it is ok. I am going to work out, 10 minutes a day on my eliptical. I know… I am sure I will be dropping pounds and sweating now 🙂 Well at least I won’t feel like a total fat a*s. And walking up the stairs every morning at work I won’t feel like a big looser as I huff and puff at the top.
Of course as I am thinking about going to do my 10 minutes I wondered if I could still have a piece of pumpkin pie after, or should I have one before.