25 Weeks

Post-workout. No judging!

I've been avoiding blogging this week. There's nothing really exciting to write about and we've just been coasting. I'm still feeling pretty good although I'm having more frequent heartburn. How is it that I can eat jalapeños with no problem, but a chocolate chip cookie turns my esophagus into a volcano? It makes no sense to me.
Today I'm introducing Denali to Sinatra, Ella and Gnarls Barkley. Yesterday was Tone Loc and Aerosmith. Her father was not amused by yesterday's selection! Basically I'm playing her whatever I'm in the mood to hear. I don't know how long she will have hearing (or if she can even hear at all) so I'm squeezing in a lot at once.
  I know I say this every week, but Denali is getting so big! I can see my belly move when she wiggles! And John can feel her move regularly! What feels like seismic activity to me feels like a tiny bump to

Fistulated cow at Virginia Tech

him, which I find funny. I feel like her feet are a foot long. John said she is Bigfoot! Maybe there's something about his ancestry he hasn't told me? Anyway, I wish I was like a fistulated cow and I could peek inside and see what she's up to!
   Lately my brain has turned to total mush! My short term memory is completely shot and I've become an emotional wreck.  I cry over the silliest things. Tonight, I lost a coupon at Kohl's and almost had a breakdown. John helped me search the store until we found it on the floor in the picture frames. And the other night I went grocery shopping by myself and had to leave the store because I lost my list and started crying! It's ridiculous! And to top it all off, my short term memory is completely shot!
  Other than that, we haven't really been doing anything. I've been mostly hanging out on the couch, watching tv. Never in my life have I ever watched tv! A month ago, I had no idea who Jimmy Fallon, Hoda or Kathie Lee were! Now, they're my bffs and I'm a line jumper for Million Second Quiz. SMH. I've become someone I don't recognize!
  I have noticed that lately when I go into a store, I feel guilty for even glancing at the baby stuff. For so long I've wanted to be part of the baby club and for such a brief time I was allowed in. Now I feel like
my membership has been revoked. I thought about just pretending and looking around because no one would question a pregnant woman looking at baby stuff! But, I can't. I feel like a Target employee is going to approach me and say, "I'm sorry ma'am, but you obviously failed at reproduction and have been kicked out of the club. Please leave the baby section". I also get excited when I get emails about baby sales (AAFES and Target are always having baby sales) and then I realize that I don't need any baby stuff. Sigh. It sucks.
  I'm also bummed that I won't get a baby shower. What would you do at a baby shower when the baby isn't expected to live? Cry? Sounds like a lot of fun. No thanks. I would probably have liked to have a party or something, but most of my friends are in the lower 48, anyway.
  Pity, party of one? Guess I should sign off before I start crying...