Well, if you’re still reading, that title didn’t scare you off. Good. No, it’s really not that bad…just, um, interesting. So, when I’ve gone to my recent doctor’s appointments, one of the things they’ve done is measured how far into my abdomen my uterus was (basically by pressing on my belly). This past time, they said it was about an inch below my belly button. All in all, I’ve just trusted them but haven’t gone poking around my abdomen to discover this myself. Well, I decided to try the other night and discovered it really was quick and easy to tell. So, of course, I wanted to share this discovery with my dear, sweet husband. And that is how I came to yell out to him in the loft, “hey babe, wanna feel my uterus?” He was thrilled…really.
Other things that I never thought I’d say:
> Man, I’m still not gaining! (Weight, that is…I have been tossing my cookies for months now…makes the weight gain occur pretty slowly.)
> Ugh! I have to eat again. (If you’ve felt the black hole/hoover hunger of pregnancy and the level of ill you can feel if you don’t keep on feeding it, you’ll understand this sentiment.)
> I’ll have a virgin strawberry daiquiri please. (Okay, I figured I’d have to say this someday…like now, but it’s still interesting to say.)
> I’ve just thrown up four times, hon…now, kiss me goodnight. (Oh, yeah…pregnancy is way sexy…LOL)
> Oh, no…there’s no way I’m gonna make it till midnight. (Staying awake that is…uh, yeah…if you know me, you know how much of a night owl I am…was…now, the only wee hours action I see occurs when I wake up to pee…)
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