Let’s check on the butter bean and the butter bean’s mama!
How far along? 16 weeks…well, a little more than 16 weeks, but I tried to blog in time, and I think it’s the thought that matters.
Maternity clothes? Yeahhhhhhhh. Just professional clothes. I needed some work things. I got them from a store in the mall…Motherhood? Is that a store that exists? (Can you tell I am literally the worst shopper on the planet? Shopping is depressing. I don’t understand how people do that for fun…)
Stretch marks? Not yet, but it is only a matter of time.
Sleep: WHAT IS THAT?! I heard tale once of the mythical beast known as “sleep.” He flies on great iridescent wings, descending on the lucky few who get to take part in his majesty and magic. (But for real, I sleep horribly. HORRIBLY.)
Movement: *whines* I don’t know what I’m supposed to be feeling for!!!! Due to my propensity for violent gas, however, my assumption is that until the baby kicks me like a soccer player going for the ball, I probably won’t be able to tell. C’est la vie.
Food cravings: Mexican. Which is actually no different than pre-pregnant me, soooo…yeah. Like, I would do things for some queso right now. Things. If you catch my drift.
Gender: No idea! But we find out on the 24th! Fingers crossed butter bean decides to display the goods!
Baby is: The size of an avocado. Which I would KILL for spread on a chip right now…