Before I was pregnant: 123lbs (despite desperate x-training attempts to shape up, or down?)
7 weeks: 120lbs
12 weeks: 117lbs
18 weeks: 119lbs
26 weeks: 127lbs
They say I have gained 10lbs, which is exactly on track although truthfully I have room to gain a few extra. This means for probably the first time in ten years I am thinking about eating more rather than less. No crazy cravings, although once I ran outside in the middle of the night and ate up all the dirt in Mike’s mother’s garden. No, I didn’t.

Sometimes I tell people (mostly women) “pregnancy is about what I want, when I want,” and they say, “you go girl.” The truth is, after a few high-fives and being offered a chair I might just sit down with you and admit that pregnancy is not like I ever imagined.

It’s not yoga and overalls, it’s watching T.V and unbuttoning my pants. It’s not herbal tea across a table with friends. It’s making jelly sandwiches for my cousin’s six kids and eating their crusts. Its not even browsing IKEA nursery sets.

At the same time, being pregnant is not like I ever imagined. It is not some sort of tragic disappointment, not all. I don’t cry for no reason and ask myself what am I going to do with my life. I don’t look at Mike and think what am I doing. I don’t call my mom and ask what have I done.

If you ever get really depressed over trying to decide whether to go to the beach or stay home and study then you should have a baby. In a way, it makes things so much easier.