Remember when I wrote about how I let comments like "you're big for how far along you are" kind of get me down a bit?
Allow me to present exhibit A:
Holy crap, I AM big!! "As big as a house" as my dear old Dad put it.
This is me at 25 weeks. Giant belly and all. Of course I'm fine with being big. I've got a baby growing in there, so I know it's all normal and natural. I'm just a little shocked because I don't really see myself this way when I look in the mirror.
Anyway. Wake up call. I will no longer gripe about how I think I'm not THAT big, because clearly? I am.
Again... I'm fine with it. I welcome it. I love being preggers. I'm not saying I don't want to be this way at all. I'm just surprised. (And I'm sure many of you can understand why I find it surprising. I mean, it's not a common occurrence to wake up larger and larger with each passing week. This is a first for me, peeps. Just getting used to it. That's all.)
So - here are a few 25-week stats for y'all:
How far along: 25 weeks, 2 days.
Symptoms: Feeling pretty good! Still have a bit of the acid reflux... but other than that, I can't complain much.
Weight gain: 19.5 lbs. Or... it was 19.5 lbs. 2 weeks ago. I'm sure that's changed, what with Halloween, Andrew's birthday (cake!) and my brother's birthday (more cake!) all occurring in the past 2 weeks.
Current food descriptor for baby: Eggplant. I'll say that again for emphasis: Eggplant. (That's big, yo!)
Movement: LOTS! Andrew felt another few kicks last night. (Finally.) Seems baby likes to show off her skills for Daddy on Sunday nights.
That's about it. My giant belly and I are off to go get our mid-morning snack on.