Telling a pregnant woman that she waddles may lead to your own waddling once my boot is implanted in your rumpus. Hello, why do people think they’re cute? I don’t want to hear that you hope there’s enough lunch left for you or that I look like a Weeble Wobble. I know I am round. I don’t need you to remind me. If Jeff reminds me, great, I can punch him with little or no legal repercussions. I can’t punch co-workers or strangers in the face.
I don’t feel huge. I’ve really watched my weight and got my cravings for bad bad food under control. I’ve gained twenty pounds or less and only have about a month left. I gained twice that with Sydney! I feel pretty good, I’m pretty upbeat, I still have some what of a sense of humor. I am still pregnant and have raging hormones. I am a little grumpy on the inside when people say stupid things. When I nod and smile, I’m really telling you to go f off or f yourself or that I’m about to plant my fing boot in your ass. We’ll see who waddles.
Well on the happy side…Jeff and I went to our 34 week doctor appointment. Baby Fenter’s heart sounds great and the last two times the midwife said it sounds like a boy’s heart beat. Sydney had a typical fast girl’s heart beat, so I would not be surprised if we had a bouncing baby boy.
Since it was my birthday, Jeff took me out to my all time favorite (I’m really easy) Cafe Brazil. I was REALLY bad and had crepes with a raspberry and creme sauce and bacon. Oh my gosh!!! I’ve been watching my sugar, so I was high all day!
Sydney is in love with my belly and wants to share it with the world. I have to remind her that not only do I not want to be exposed, but I’m quite sure most people don’t want to see my stretch marked, super sized, basketball of a belly! Oh well, she is proud of my shape shifting pooch.