I'm getting bigger. Some may say I've really "popped". Good. I kinda want people to stop telling me how "small" I am for how far along I am. I'm not angry, it's just that anytime anyone says "Really? You're not very big" it makes me worry that I'm too small and that my baby isn't healthy. Which I know isn't true because I was the same size for Anthony (who was born a healthy 7lbs) and my doc says I'm just right.
Anyways! It's also nice not to have to explain to people that I'm preggo. Now that the weight it starting to stay on, I really gotta watch my intake of bad food stuffs. I've been kinda pigging out on junk because I can get away with it. But sugar is super addictive (fact) and if I continue down this path it's going to be a long hard road to get off it after the baby arrives. Especially considering Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas soon follow (not to mention the plethora of visit we will invariably have from well-wishers for Hoodlet #2)
I had/have nausea this morning. I haven't had it in about a month so I'm feeling a little "blah". Also, new fun recurring symptom: swollen feet. Didn't really happen with Anthony - but it is a great excuse to lie down with my feet up! All in all, I'm lucky though. These are minor complaints. Hard to believe there will be another little one to join our clan. Then we'll really be a clan!