- With each kid you have, that "I'm-wiped-out-and-feel-like-just-eating-and-watching-tv" feeling that kicks in at the end starts a month earlier than the last time. With Shelagh I had a good, strong energy until the last month. With Rory, until the last 2 months, but I was chasing 18-mo old Shelagh around at the time. This time, it's the last 3 months. I still have energy and am mobile, albeit with a waddle. But, it doesn't take very much for me to overdo it these days and then I'm just crippled and can't get up.
- Those "bruises" on my thighs are NOT from walking into the corner of my bed at night, like I had convinced myself. Yes, people, these are collections of broken blood vessels and varicose veins. Please tell me there is a procedure for this when I'm done having kids. Thank God this baby is due in the winter. I can't imagine getting into a bathing suit ANYTIME SOON. Velour suits, here I come.
- I love that pregnancy for me comes 2 fabulous side effects: I sleep incredibly heavily (despite waking up every night to pee or calm down a coughing or nightmaring kid) and I only have to shave my legs every week or 2. For some reason, leg hair growth comes to almost a halt. It's a miracle and a good thing b/c I'm lucky enough to be able to tie my shoes these days...who can see down there anyway!
By the way, I passed the 3-hr sugar test I had the pleasure of taking this weekend. I've never been an orange soda kind of girl and I have a hard time consuming a volume of any liquid...just not a drinker. Having to chug the whole bottle of that crappy-sweet orange soda in 5 minutes is like a marathon for me. But, I did it. Then, I proceeded to catch up on my photo albums, continue reading an awesome book I'm completely involved in now, and catch up on the phone with a friend from NJ I haven't talked to in ages. I also found out that I only failed the 1 hour test by 1 point. Nice.
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