Yesterday I had my 24 week check-up. It was pretty uneventful. They checked my blood pressure and Cohen's heart beat. Everything looked good. And they weighed me. How could I forget about that part?
I've gained 13 pounds. Eek! Let's do the math here. My goal was (is) to gain 25 pounds at the most. I feel like that is rational and healthy. There is no need to gain a lot of weight when you are pregnant and trust me when I tell you, losing it afterward is not fun.
Anyway, back to my math lesson.
I am 24 weeks, which means I have 16 to go. I am supposed to be gaining (according to my doctor) a pound a week from here on out. If I did that it would put my total weight gain at 29 pounds. Not too bad.
But, here's the kicker. I can't stop eating. I am so hungry. All the time. I want to eat all the time. Want to know what I had last night for dinner? Chicken spaghetti, green beans and a roll. Orange juice to drink. THEN I had a strawberry jello cup with peaches in it, a microwave sausage biscuit and some flamin' hot Cheetos. And part of a Dr. Pepper. Help!
Want to know what happened the night before?
I ate at least 8 Oreos out of a glass of milk with a spoon. At least. I didn't count. I would love to have eaten more last night, but we were fresh out.
Anyway, here's my 24 week belly.
Cohen's coming home from the hospital outfit came in the mail last weekend.
The hat looks WAY too big! I hope to heck it's too big. If I have a newborn with a head that size...well...that wouldn't be fun. Not that it's going to be fun anyway.
And another thing, I noticed last night that my feet were swollen. Really? Pregnancy is much less glamorous the older you get.
Anyway, enough griping. Thank you, Lord, that I get to be pregnant with a HEALTHY baby! No matter what comes with it, I am thankful.
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