the babe is probably about 4 pds this week, or the size of a pineapple. and as luck has it, we had pineapple in our smoothie this morning. why do i always eat the fruit? i hope this isn't some strange mother-eating-offspring Freudian oddness. pineapple is a symbol of welcome, so maybe me eating pineapple and the baby being a pineapple are really just one big welcome mat?
i can tell that we are both running out of room to move around. the movements of feet are really starting to look like an actual foot kicking out of my belly. i've started to nest again (more on that later), the nursery is almost complete, we've pre-registered at the hospital and thanks to a few nags from mom + karin i've started to pack my hospital bag (more on that later).
still feeling good, actually better than expected - off to teach yoga!
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