21 Weeks....

...which means a lengthy 19 to go! Fun, fun, fun! Well hopefully only 17 weeks to go. I am hoping for a March 27th arrival and the best 30th birthday gift ever....

Oh God, i'm not sure i can manage another 19 weeks with boobs this size. God, i could never get a boob job. Ever! Give me my little apples back any day. I just can't put these bad boys down....no matter what top i wear they escape.

Although i have to say, despite them looking quite ginormous for the last few months, they're gradually being overshadowed by my expanding midsection. (See photo taken at my desk just this minute!)

I didn't think it was even possible for them to look small ever again, but whatever it takes to make them appear smaller is just fine with me.

We had a lovely Thanksgiving long weekend with T's family. I am sure you can see the half of pumpkin pie i devoured over the four days, sitting on my hips! I can feel it!

His sister is in town for two weeks, and she's pregnant so T has been surrounded by talk of cramping, fatness, eating and babies for the last ten days. He is so good with his niece M. I know he's going to be a great daddy.

Oh i had the weirdest horrible sensation the other night. We had gone out for dinner on Friday night, and got a bottle of red wine. I usually have a glass or two, and then i'm in a coma for the night. So i probably was starting my second glass when i got so lightheaded that i thought i was going to pass out into my steak! I had beads of sweat on my face and neck and i truly felt overcome with weakness. I couldn't really make it to the front door until i had recovered. I think it was the wine. Maybe it's just Malbec? This did happen a few months ago, although not as harshly. I swear it was a Malbec that night too. So anyway, i think that's my relationship with red wine over and done with till next Summer....i don't want to go through that again, and i had horrible visions of fetal alcohol effects while i was in the throes of it. So no more alcohol for me. I'm officially a teetotaller - i have no more vices left.

The back ache has begun. I was thinking it was a full bladder or the way i was sleeping for the last couple of nights, but last night was really uncomfortable and this morning i was very tempted to call in sick and wallow in my back ache surrounded by pillows. But i was strong and i had to give T a lift to the dentist.

Went to Target to see if i could pick up a few maternity bits and bobs. Damn those cheap clothes!!! Why do they never fit right??? I found some cute coloured tshirts and a cheap pair of jeans but they just look odd on. There's always an extra fold of material that you can't fill with body, or a gaping lump or an odd bulge somewhere. I told T, i'm doomed for a life of expensive clothing...there's just nothing i can do about it. Cheap things don't fit me properly.

I think that's all for now....