Twenty-Six

- My cravings are leaning toward the unhealthy. I've craved meat the whole pregnancy, but it's starting to get out of hand. I ate at In-N-Out four times (for you out-of-staters, it's the West Coast's favorite burger), plus I had a steak at some point. Any time I want meat, I allow myself to have it because I'd rather gain weight from red meat than have crazy constipation from an iron supplement.

- Also, this happened.^^^  If this ever happens again, I want you to slap me in my pregnant face and remind me that there is no excuse - NO EXCUSE - for this behavior. Pregnancy does not justify it. (Also, follow me on instagram for more of my awesome food updates)

- I had a doctor's appointment this week, and we discussed my gestational diabetes test results (which were totally normal, despite the whole me-and-a-can-of-whipped-cream thing). My doctor even commended me on the seventeen pounds I've gained. "You had a slow start. You lost weight in the first trimester, so you needed to catch up." And then, at some point while we listened to the baby's heartbeat, I mentioned how much extra hair there is on my stomach, and she insisted that I wasn't hairy at all. I think I love this woman.

- The baby kicked SO hard while I was in the bath the other day that the bath water actually splashed from the jolt. Like, water sloshed around and my belly was the epicenter.

- Conrad is just the dreamiest. He was laying on my belly's upper half, looking downward at the lower half watching and feeling the baby kick him smack in the face, and he started singing "Sea of Love," one of our current favorite lullabies. Conrad does this thing when he can't remember the words to a song where he just makes up whatever words he wants. Usually, what results is an absurd string of words that make no sense next to each other. But this time, he made up the sweetest little rhyme:

Actual words:
Come with me, my love
To the sea, the sea of love
I wanna tell you 
How much I love you

Words that Conrad made up:
Baby boy, do you recall
The day we started it all
I wanna tell you 
How much I love you

I promptly started crying, as pregnant women do. I just imagined him singing those words to our son years down the line, referring back to the first time they laid eyes on each other, and the tears came a-flowin'.

Have I mentioned I'm really enjoying pregnancy?