Week 25: Head to heels, baby now measures about 13 1/2 inches. His weight — a pound and a half — isn't much more than an average rutabaga, but he's beginning to exchange long, lean look for some baby fat. As he does, wrinkled skin will begin to smooth out and he'll start to look more and more like a newborn. He's also growing more hair, which if we could see it, we'd now be able to discern its color and texture. In the past few weeks, the top of my uterus has risen above my belly button and is now about the size of a soccer ball.
We had our last monthly (now we go to every 2wks) OB appointment and all looks good. I'm measuring normal, though I feel bigger than I should be, mainly because I know I've been a sloppier eater (more sugar, more everything now that food actually sounds good, even when I don't feel hungry) and haven't exercised as much in the last month. I've gained 11lbs total but 6lbs this month. I get that this is probably when I'd start to gain but... yowzers. For my height, average gain should be 25-35lbs but I'd like to be on the healthier side of that for many reasons, but also for the post-partum. I'm big enough now that I can no longer see my... (oh I'll just say it) vagina... when I look down, which is weird. Also, my belly button is getting very shallow; Matt keeps telling me it's going to pop out like a "turkey's done" button, according to what he's read; gross!
But also, in the last week, I've noticed that I get full really quickly, and if I attempt to eat what would be a normal (or slightly larger) amount at a meal, I'm uncomfortably full and have indigestion for hours afterward. So, um, so much for being able to eat for two. I thought this wouldn't be noticeable for some time but here we are with still over three months to go, and I'm really needing to eat much smaller portions at a time. And more frequently. This should seem like a pleasurable thing but I find it quite annoying. I always have to be thinking about what I'm going to eat next, but not much of it, like half a bagel at a time, maybe with a glass of milk. It feels a bit like a drag.
Also, I've noticed I'm moodier this week. It could have something to do with the gloomier weather after all our days of sunshine. I've just felt a bit (PMS like) down. Today especially, but then everything I tried to do kept not working out. For example, I tried to schedule my day so that I could go to my parents' house where I'm feeding/exercising their dogs; my plan was to get there, setup my work computer, take the dogs for a long walk as my "lunch" and be back in time for a 1pm meeting. But I get all the way there before I realize that Matt has my car keys (because we swapped cars for the day) and that includes their house key, so I'm locked out. Luckily the guesthouse was unlocked but it was freezing cold, but luckily there is a heater. But I felt really rushed while walking the dogs (I had brought the wieners and had to wear Zoey in a make-shift carrier because her leg has been hurting) and when I got back, my meeting was cancelled. But, since I was locked out of the house, luckily I had brought my own lunch. And although the guesthouse has a microwave and dishes, it does not have utensils. But luckily there was a plastic set in Matt's glovebox. Then I met him at the Kia dealership, because the wipers on the Sportage just keep shorting out randomly, and traded him cars again so that he could finish his work day. Luckily they have wifi there so I could keep working too. But I waited nearly 1.5 hrs without anyone talking to me or announcing that the car was ready, either by saying anything about a Sportage or Matt's name. When I finally approached them, they said, "oh well, we thought we saw him leave. Oh well, we tried to call him but looks like we don't have his current phone number. And anyway we need to order a part, so we'll call you next week when it's in." So I waited there for nothing, which would've been fine because I'd been working, but I was hungry again and had no snacks. Then I tried to go get some groceries to make dinner -- thought I'd make lasagna cause we had some ricotta that'd been in the fridge awhile. On the way to the store, I realized that Matt had left his wallet in the car; I had a small window to meet up with him to return his wallet so I rushed through getting groceries, forgetting a few essential items, got home, realized that the ricotta was actually moldy... and just absolutely lost it. Luckily it only took a BBQ cheeseburger to set me right, but c'mon, crying over moldy ricotta. That's just lame. That's that kinda moodiness I haven't experienced in awhile. Oh pregnancy.
In good news, Matt and I are taking a little babymoon this weekend!
At work (which has been super busy for me lately, and will only get busier until I'm out), we're getting ready for the holidays by preparing our clients' holiday cards; there's a whole process to who signs which cards. And because I work outside the office, I have to type up my greetings and someone writes it for me. I jokingly asked that she also include a drawing of reindeer, holly, or a wiener dog with a santa hat. This is what I got as a reply. Love it!And finally, the biggest news of all! After 11 months (of not consistently working on it), I finally finished the baby quilt! The blue stitching was done by my great grandmother for a quilt that used to be on my dad's bed. At some point, the quilt was redone and although I loved her stitching, I wasn't crazy about the whole thing. So I've lovingly repurposed it here.
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