I read somewhere that wearing your man’s clothes can be a good replacement for maternity wear, so I thought I’d try it out. A lot of Joe’s shirts are waaay too big, but this one fit OK. This little baby is so active, my belly often looks and feels like a transformer. See Week 27
I’ve been told, “You don’t have much of a belly.” Really? Umm… have you seen me with my shirt off? See Week 26
Pixie has social issues. Mainly, she doesn’t like to be social. Not with other dogs especially. I’m not surprised. If before YOU were a one year old, you had two broken legs and mange (bad case of mites), there’s a chance there was a little trouble at home and you may be damaged goods in need of a good therapist.
After we adopted her, I thought over time of taking her out for walks where she could see and interact with other dogs and people, she would eventually overcome her fears. So far she hasn’t. When she so much as sees another dog from several feet away or across the street, she starts howling and screaming like a 80 year old woman who just had her wig snatched off her head!
I decided to take the next step in trying to overcome her fears. A Puppy Social. This doesn’t say much for me since Puppy Social takes place on Saturday nights. That’s how exciting our weekends are right now. But I really wanted to get her started and I’ve been told by the trainers that the best thing for her is repeated exposure to other dogs.
She did much better than I thought. No screaming. But, I don’t think it helped that the biggest dog there was instantly attracted to her. She did OK for a minute, but then had a total breakdown and told him what’s what. He got the message and left her alone the rest of the night.
It’s rare for me to change out of my work out clothes anyway, but now, even more so. One, I have too much energy and have to keep moving or I swear I’ll spontaneously combust! And two, they are stretchy and comfy for my belly.
The first trimester of this pregnancy, if I was home, I was back in bed by noon for a nap. Now, I get my 8 hours and I’m up and running like mad. I thought I’d get a ton of writing and other computer work done during this time that no one wants to hire me with my big belly, however I CAN NOT SIT STILL!
Just look at me in this picture. Do I look happy to be standing still to take this photo? See Week 25
I’m kind of a sweat whore and really miss being able to go to the gym for a good hard work out and then hit the steam room. For now I settle for walking the dogs, pregnancy pilates (love this!) and pregnancy yoga.
I also miss drinking wine. I haven’t had a glass of wine since May 2010. I can hear all my friends now, “WHAAAT? No way!” Because, you see, I used to drink wine almost every night at dinner. EVERY night. And now I settle for water. WATER. I can’t wait to turn that water into wine again, which will be awhile since I’ll be breastfeeding. Bless the soul who invented breast pumps so I will be able to enjoy evenings of good food and wine!
I’ve been lucky (knock on wood) so far. Most days I still forget I’m pregnant until I try and bend down and tie my shoes. I thought it would be much harder than this. Maybe that’s why the delivery part is called “labor” because that’s the true hard part.
I’ve been posting more than one of these pictures each week so that by next week, we’ll be caught up to real time. See Week 24
