Welcome to my third trimester. It's all downhill from here, right? Is it bad that the thought makes me much more nervous than excited.
Here are some pictures of my progress. Don't be too grossed out.
27 weeks. My belly is incredible high, like it's trying to overtake my entire being.
28 weeks.
29 weeks. Chris calls this my "morning face."
30 weeks. Large and in charge. Someone at church called me "big mama."
At about 26 weeks my boss returned from a trip that had taken him out of the office for a few weeks. I had seriously popped during his absence. The first thing he said to me was, "Wow, you have really plumped out." This coming from the man whose wife bore him 11 children. Remind me again why I think I am going to miss my job so much?
All in all, I feel good. I had some wicked heartburn until the doctor told me I was allowed to take Prilosec. Tums are for chumps. I am still sleeping and working through the day well (knock on wood) and we are seriously enjoying our last few weekends of sleeping in.
4 comments:
I love the belly! You look so cute! Why did your boss use the word plump? I mean honestly, who ever says that to a woman. You don't look plump in slightest. The baby bump is so cute and round. I'm so excited for you!!!
Your boss is a dork..you look great! I miss you! Hope you had a great birthday..and enjoy EVERY second of sleeping in, because those days are almost over!!!
You still look great, Erika!
You are so funny. Men really don't understand how careful you have to be about talking about ANY weight gain... especially with a pregnant lady. It's ridiculous how sensitive we are:)
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