We hit week 11…wait, what…I mean 24 today and that means CORN. Which brings to mind the corn chowder recipe I tried recently and didn’t like. I took it to my mom’s where it got rave reviews…leading me to believe that I just don’t like corn chowder. It looked so good when The Pioneer Woman was making it though! Elote (corn), not in soup form, is a big hit in my house though which makes it perfect that The Niño’s progress is represented by it this week. As has become a recent trend in this particular post – I’ll also post the “cooler” graphic from that other website. I can’t believe I’m already 5 months pregnant!
|The Niño at Week 24 - Corny|
|Week 24 - Fruity|
The Niño must have grown a lot in the past two weeks because I’ve grown a lot…at least that’s what the scale said. Reality blurred for a minute when what the scale said actually registered in my slightly smaller brain (all auxiliary power is diverted to the baby these days – brain functions such as memory, motor skills and speech are significantly less important apparently). If I read it right I’ve gained 6 pounds in 2 weeks…can’t be right. But if it is it HAS to be because The Niño has gotten so much bigger!
He’s moving a lot more these days and I think he’s trying to make up for lost time. We can feel and see his kicks on the outside now and it’s a lot of fun to lay around and wait for the next little poke or kick. Sometime I try to figure out if he’s still breech or head down now but I really couldn’t tell you which pokes are hands and which ones are feet! Yesterday I drank a small mocha java smoothie on the train. Then by the time I got to my stop my bladder was approximately 12 sizes larger than normal and acting as a springboard for The Niño. One of THE most uncomfortable feelings in the universe. I still had to wait 15 minutes for my ride and then 5 more minutes to the sitters where I stopped for a quick hello kiss for Jimmy and then rushed to the bathroom. I sincerely believe I witnessed a small miracle yesterday in that I didn’t pee my pants...me, the girl that pees her pants a little just thinking about peeing her pants. I believe that puts me in the running for sainthood. Or do you have to perform a miracle? Well, either way I performed it and witnessed it…Saint Pepper has a nice ring…I still prefer Dr. Pepper.
Another comparison picture coming up in two weeks – here’s my corny Week 24 picture.
|Mamma @ Week 24|