Well, it's (almost) the 28th week and over the past four weeks, my belly has exploded. My toes are still visible and I still have an innie, but mooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. No, no ... I'm just kidding. I know that gaining weight is necessary. Joke. Really. Just a joke. See for yourself ...
Peanut is kicking like a pro now. Every now and again it feels like he or she is completely flipping over and head-butting something (a kidney?). My endurance is getting worse and worse. Those six weeks of light duty at the beginning really did me in, I think. Before I could walk for miles and miles and The Targo and I were totally on-the-go people ... and then "No activity for six weeks." And I am a slug who gets winded walking less than one mile to the train. I am trying. Being active can only be good, right?
Last night I went bridesmaid dress shopping. I followed the wonderful advice many of you had given me to buy a regular dress in a MUCH LARGER size. Gah. But, it fit off the rack (well, aside from the fact that the designer assumed I had legs) and it's really pretty. (It's that "apple red" color, but you can't really tell in the first picture.
Tonight, I'm off to may parents' house to celebrate my mom's 55th birthday. I haven't seen her in a couple of months, so I'm pretty excited. Also, I wasn't Plumpy Plumperstein the last time I saw her, so I think she's excited to see me too.
Happy Friday, kids.