was walking three long blocks, uphill, in the snow (ok, with snow melting nearby), with a 38 lb 2.5-year-old boy on my shoulders, and an approx. 1.5 lb fetus in my belly.
Really just wanted to say I’m still here, and a lot has been going on. I’m inching toward my due date. We are dealing with a lot of financial matters, including the huge challenge of selling our house in a not-so-great market. We’ve gone sledding — the first time for the boy, and the first time for me (though I didn’t actually sled, due to pregnancy awkwardness.). And each of these sentences could be a blog post of its own — a lot more interesting than this one — but time has definitely been tight lately.
So far, I’ve gained around 12 lbs in this pregnancy, which isn’t terrible. I looked back in the archives and see that, by this point in my last pregnancy, I had gained 19. But I also started out lower, last time. I know I’m eating better this time, generally, and I’m gaining at a slower pace, and I’m walking more. I just desperately want to avoid that super-bloated misery that plagued me late in my last pregnancy. Only 14 more weeks to go. Wow.
