A sum up of the week, in convenient list form:
I have now gained 27 pounds. This sort of horrifies me.
I had to up my bra size, but not in the exciting letter department, but in the slighlty depressing number department.
In addition to merely fluttering around in my belly, the baby has taken to doing this crazy wave type of thing that makes my skin ripple. I find myself staring at my tummy for an inordinate amount of time waiting for this to happen again.
Birthing class #3 was pretty decent. There was massage, pizza, and good-to-know tips on what to pack. (Nate took notes!)
My legs have joined the sausage parade
and are now looking as fat as my feet by the end of the day.
There are lots of non-maternity clothes at H&M right now that can totally be maternity clothes. I bought two shift dresses—and thigh-high fishnets, what every mom-to-be needs.