P.S. - Law schools never mention that marketing is an enormous part of being a lawyer, and they really should. Interpersonal skills are as important as brief writing, if not more so - especially when you are in an "eat what you kill firm" like I am.
|25 Weeks and another crappy bathroom (no pun intended) picture|
- Bad food makes you feel really bad when you're pregnant. Every lunch and dinner I went to was extremely short on healthy options and so I felt bloated and heavy by the time I left the conference.
- Lack of sleep can make you feel hungover, and that's just cruel.
- I either looks "four months pregnant" or like I'm having twins - it just depends on who you ask.
- People enjoying rubbing the belly. I'm not comfortable with that.
J and I are running the Gridiron 5k tomorrow at UCF. The idea is to wear your college colors and race against other fans. There is no question that this will be my slowest 5k ever. I haven't run since Sunday; I'm under the weather; and oh, yeah - I'm 25 weeks pregnant. He agreed to run with me, but what he doesn't know is that I may just walk the whole darn thing. J is a very competitive person by nature and I keep telling him that it's OK to ditch me, but he's being very supportive. We'll see how long that lasts when a group of Florida State fans pass us.
In more positive news, Baby Peanut is now a pound and a half and 13.5 inches long. She hiccups a lot, just like I did when I was a baby. I feel her squirming and kicking quite a bit, which is apparently common in weeks 24-28 because the baby has the most room to move around during that time frame. She's most active at night and in the morning.
My hair is getting pretty thick and my nails are growing like weeds thanks to my prenatal vitamins. I had heartburn during the conference, but I think it was because of the food I ate and not the pregnancy. Dropping it low during Dance Trance is getting a little harder and I am seriously in need of new work out shirts. They are way too short now. Thanks, belly!
Speaking of belly: I'm basting myself in BioOil every night in the hopes of avoiding stretch marks. I'll let you know how that works out. ;-) And finally - the innie is about to become an outie and out of all the things that have happened to me, this grosses me out the most.