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Hi Friends!
I hope you all had great holidays. Ours was good. We tempted death twice, driving in the blizzard to get to people’s houses, but we made it okay.
I got a lot of sleep and rest, which is always good, and Seth dawned his best policeman hat and kept my carbs and sugars in check. We meet with the specialist tomorrow to access my diet and stuff a little better.

Things I’ve learned about pregnancy
Since I’ve hit my 2 months left mark, I’ve been reflecting on things I’ve learned about pregnancy and I thought I would share it with you all.
See when we first started trying, someone raved to me about how awesome pregnancy was and how amazing it was going to be and how much I was going to love it. They were wrong. I am an awful pregnant lady. The worst, I imagine. So for those of you who might be like me, and are going into pregnancy with stars in your eyes, here are some things I learned…
How to properly spell pregnant and pregnancy. You spell it a lot.
You are tired all the time. The rare moments when you are not wishing you were on the couch resting, usually pass after 20 minutes.
Nothing will fit right, and the only things that feel good are the things that make you look even worse than you already do.
There is a possibility your face will revolt against the rest of your body.
Your body doesn’t really like being pregnant and will make each change you have to go thru a little more miserable than it should be.
Dr.’s tend to like the phrase “pregnancy is different for every woman!” to explain away really strange things that happen to you.
Dr.’s appointments aren’t as exciting as you think they are, especially when they start occurring bi monthly and weekly. You go in thinking you are going to see and learn things about your baby every time and mostly they just make you pee in a cup, weigh you, and send you on your way.
It gets really hard to accurately pee in the cup towards the end.
You will lose the ability to shave below the waist properly.
Things don’t happen as quick as you want, and then by the time you get to the end-they are happening too quickly and you aren’t ready.
You pee your pants, a lot.
You also leak fun fluids from that area.
Oh and your nipples crust weird things too.
It’s not that hard to sleep, it’s hard not to wake up every hour to pee or have someone kick you because they aren’t comfortable.
Weird things hurt randomly, for example, this weekend my lady parts and the insides of my thighs felt like I had done about 300 squats and 600 lunges. For no reason.
You still feel like you can turn corners properly and pick up heavy things and bend over normally. You can’t. But that doesn’t stop you from trying.
At some point someone has to push your butt up off a couch.
You feel like everyone is staring at you. Constantly.
No one can seem to remember the weird things about their pregnancy to help you when you have questions. They also can’t seem to describe it at all. Like if you ask what kicking feels like, no one really has a good description.
Your legs fall asleep at night and then you dead leg when you wake up in the morning.
Every time you get weighed at the doctor’s office you throw up in your mouth a little bit, even though you are well aware of the fact that it’s just the baby growing.
I spent all the time before I was pregnant making all these rules about how people weren’t allowed to touch me. I did it for my wedding too, I couldn’t stand the thought of people getting deodorant on my dress. Now all of the sudden I’m totally put out if I offer to let someone feel the baby kick and they say no.
People say really strange things to you when you’re pregnant. Sometimes inappropriate things, sometimes they offer to adopt your unborn child because you are a heathen.
I feel sad at times that Seth can’t feel her move and kick as much as I do. I keep wanting him to stop and feel.
No one is prepared for motherhood, but that doesn’t stop you from freaking about not being prepared enough.
All of the sudden you have to think about everything you put in your body, because it goes to your kid’s body too. Like if I have a headache, I’d normally pop 3 or 4 ibuprofen, but if I did that now, I would kill my baby. Apparently ibuprofen equals baby death. Who knew?
I find myself already trying to do the things I know I will never get to do again. Like sleep in.

Okay friends, if I have more, I will put them, but as of now, I have to get in gear. Wish me luck for tomorrow!

Love (having preconceptions changed),
Carrie