I guess “Bunny Belly” as Matt called it is not the image peple want to see when clicking on this site. I get that. I was determined to find a dozen or so creepy pregnancy photos and post them to be funny, but I am not feeling particularly funny today. Lucy has the hiccups…again. She has them two or three times a day. I’m told they don’t bother her, but I would be annoyed to death. Wanna watch?
Beyond watching Lucy hiccup, I am trying to embrace hiking. Every day I demand Mr Pilver and The Max take me for a hike. We usually go out for thirty to sixty minutes. Yesterday, I was feeling especially brave and I decided to hike to the top of the mountain behind our house. It’s not super big. On a good day when I am not round, I can run to the top and back down in twenty minutes. We took about an hour to complete the trek yesterday. I was feeling pretty out of shape the entire time, I am sure I looked out of shape as I paused every two minutes to rest. But hey, I climbed a mountain at thirty-eight weeks pregnant.
Yeah, I’m living the life here at home. Baking cookies or muffins every day, trying to create some sort of nesting experience (I really stink at loving to clean), and trying to remind myself that someday these contractions are going to pick up speed and I will have to go into labor. Speaking of labor, the amazing Amy did just that this weekend, CONGRATS!