Today marks week 33 of the incubation of Baby Bez 3.0.
And because she's our third kid, and I'm 33 years old, and it's the third trimester, I'll let you see a picture.
As of nearly 3 weeks ago I've only gained 9 lbs this pregnancy.
Also divisible by three. Ha ha!
Tell you what, this time around is so much easier than the other two.
With Chunky I didn't know what to expect.
With Moochie it had been so long since we had had Chunky it seemed like the first time all over again.
But this time with--ha ha--a little over a three year gap, it's not so bad.
I can still put on my shoes. I can still shave my legs (which given this "winter" we've been having means I am still getting some miles out of my maternity dresses). And I am still taking the stairs--all 100 of them every morning, and if I'm lucky again when I come back from lunch.
I am also still knitting.
Right now I've got a blanket on the needles for a girl at work who is technically due a week before me, but is being scheduled for a March 16th extraction.
I won't lie, the comparisons between her and I at work are getting quite tiresome.
I'm sick of hearing how big she is and how little I am.
I'm sick of hearing how she looks sooo uncomfortable and I look like I've got a "food baby" (which I guess is a term that insinuates I just look like I've eaten a large meal).
Just because we happen to be fertility buddies and happened to get laid around the same time doesn't mean we're identical.
She's having a boy; I'm having a girl. Now that I've carried both sexes I can say yes, they do carry different. I don't care if that's scientific or not.
I get the impression she's older than I am (or started working for her attorney when she was 13 years old...in which case we're the same age). Yes. That makes a difference. As I had Chunky at the age of 23 and now this one at 33, like it or not, age makes a difference!
She's built slightly different than me. Before we were pregnant, she carried her extra weight evenly spread all over.
Me? I'm a textbook pear. Big hips and ass.
And she's an inch or so shorter than me. And I'm only 5'2".
I'm not sure what it is that makes people think that because a woman is pregnant, it's a free pass to comment on her weight.
I personally try to stay away from it. I also try not to tell a pregnant woman she looks "cute."
Because those comments usually come at the end of your pregnancy when you're ready to just be done and have your little body-hijacker out of you. "Cute" is no how one feels!
Ok, sorry, that was a little bitchy. Can I blame the pregnancy? Ha ha!