Large and in charge

I don't know how two weeks got by without some insane post from Drinking Dirty Martinis! However in the last couple of weeks there has not been that much to report which is a very good thing.

My 29th week starts tomorrow. All the 'extenders' I have bought for my bras are at capacity. I am currently (tightly) fitting into size Large underwear..*WARNING* if I have to purchase extra-large underwear I may have a breakdown... and I still have more than two months to go.

I'm tired again, not nearly as bone-tired as I was in the first trimester but just tired. A nap always sounds good. The captain and I took a mini-break at the beach over Mother's Day weekend and spent nearly all Sunday napping and reading. Oh blessed day.

I hate clothes right now. HATE! And those of you who know exactly how many clothing items I actually possess (I have a LOT of clothes) will find that shocking. I don't want to buy the super cute/hip (and super expensive) maternity clothes that I will only wear once (yes I'm looking at you Pea in the Pod, you and your ridiculously priced maternity tops and pants) so instead I've augmented all my empire waist dresses and yoga pants with the super-tent-like and affordable maternity clothes that make me look ghastly, GHASTLY!

In the third trimester, a common affliction is the Charley Horse and he has visited me recently. No one (yes I'm looking at you experienced Obstetricians and Perinatologists who paid ridiculous amounts for your educations) seems to know why they occur but CRIPES! It is awful. If you've had one before you know what I'm talking about. I've gotten them occasionally over the years but the other night (or early morning rather) it hit both legs within an hour of one another. It's basically an excruciating leg cramp, that is so vicious your calves are actually sore the following day and they usually occur while your sleeping and thus you are violently wakened in the wee hours by the sensation that someone is trying to wrench your leg off at the knee, I kid you not. So I practiced my Yoga (soon to be Labor) Breathing and threw some f-bombs in there for good measure. My favorite part was when The Captain woke a little due to  my agonized moans and groggily muttered before falling right back to sleep after the second attack 'That's a crappy way to wake up...ouch'. You know another crappy way to wake up? With a pillow over your face... Just sayin'...

My Baby Shower is coming up! Wow, thinking of myself in the context of a baby shower (mine or anyone else's) has never been comfortable. But I'm pretty excited. Mostly because all my favorite ladies will be there. I love all my favorite ladies. That's why they're my favorite.

I hope all is well with you. Me and The Pickle are cruisin right along.

Here is a picture of the belly. It's a little bigger now as that picture was a couple of weeks ago. But you get the idea.

Love,

Leah

PS Congratulations to my friend Lauren who had a beautiful baby boy on May 4th. Welcome to the world Hunter! It's pretty cool here. I think you'll like it.