A lack of updates should allude that there has been a lack of time. Let me help you interpret this a bit more effectively: Lack of energy. ENERGY, little steeglette. Good heavens. I believe a hibernating sloth at nap time watching Ross the Painting guy on PBS has a larger capacity of stamina than this round woman (aka, your momma) does.
So, I’ve been enlightened recently that your daddy-O and my current habits are in for a quote-rude-awakening come D-day.
This little piggy went to the market: You see…today, I went grocery shopping – the first time in almost 4wks. We have found a way to eat, no worries…trust me. I can find food faster than a pre-pubescent girl finds teen spirit. Apparently, we’ll have to make more regular stops at the so-called market once you’re air-breathing.
Wash me white as oh-no: Currently, the Stegall’s laundry day is every 7 days. We predict this by the amount of undershirts your Daddy-O has left and our rather glorious fondness and affinity for clean-sheet day. Oh how we love everything encapsulated by the beautiful effervescence of clean-sheet day.
Open eyes on Saturday morning is equivalent to pure blasphemy: I do not believe I need to embellish. Child, we will need to work very hard at teaching you the importance of Saturday-Sleep-In-Day. This is a weekly holiday we as a family MUST observe.
Otherwise, we’ll be just fine. Just fine. No apprehensively shaken voice here. We’ll be fine.
So, week 25 holds the following numbers for our time of growth:
- Baking time: 25wks
- cravings: cake. Just ask your auntie tammy…this is fierce, steeglette. Banana bread w/ pineapple is my healthy concept of cake. And in that instance, this is not a perversion, but it is a rather tasty embellishment.
- aversions: onions. this has not changed from prior weeks. I will stand by this quite strongly.
- added inches to the precious waistline: 13″ – and that, my little lamb, is the devil’s number.
- Lessons learned: rib pain is not synonymous to hunger pangs for bbq. no. it is not.
For all the ‘stuff’ you go through. After you hold your little one in your arms and think….SOMETIMES it was worth it!
and i know the exact “sometimes” you speak of, my momma joj.
I love the way your brain works. And your affinity for all things cake.
CAKE???? who said cake????
mmmm…now I need me some cake!
it’s even fun to say! cake, cake, cake…
i like their music too!
girl, i craved cake and cupcakes more than i care to admit–i can sympathize.
you’re carrying that little one perfectly
and for the record, you look beautiful–such a cute lil’ round belly!
Oh love, can i keep you forever???? I somehow lost my collar bones and gained an extra chin in this process…all for the love of babes.
I certainly hope I look half as stellar as you did! My glory, you are stunning.
i cant wait to bake steeglette its own loaf.
mmmm….loaf.
in the meantime…i’ll eat its share!
mmmmm…loaf. agreed.