7 DOWN, 2 MORE TO GO

Months, that is. And I couldn't be more pleased about it. I am so excited to meet this little girl, I can barely stand it. Oh, and to have my body to call my own might be a little nice too :) For posterity's sake and anyone else who cares, here is a little update with my pregnancy thus far: A little photo: Another little photo ;) (A little glamor to embrace my hugeness or a little somethin' to fit the spooky holiday season. Your choice) Eating habits and cravings: I find the weird cravings to be something of the past. The only thing I do crave by the truckloads is MILK. Oh, this delicious, glorious, chilled, white beverage is utterly heavenly to my senses. I can and do drink it by the gallons. My favorite (and probably only healthy) snack food is Jonagold Apples. They are like candy to me. Now if only, I ate them "instead" of candy as opposed to "in addition to", that would really be something. Lately, they've been very easy to find on sale too which is a plus in my book! Oh, and my ability to eat portions the size of my house seems to be every increasing at this point of the game. I find if I stay super busy (or in other words heavily distracted)I manage to keep my food intake fairly reasonable. Weight gain and appearance: Yeah, right. I don't even like to know. Don't make me show you my glamor photo again. Interesting symptoms: She (so did Ryder) really likes to sit on nerve that goes through my lower back and right leg. It's kinda painful and doesn't help with my efforts to suppress any and all waddling inclinations. My sleep is a getting more and more restless. This didn't happen to me with Ryder until the last month. Gooky dreams to. I haven't had it too often yet, but the heart burn...oh it's fierce. What to expect: I find it continually fascinating how much I've forgotten about being pregnant since Ryder. It seems like everything that happens is an "oh yeah, I remember this". I just hope it all comes back to me really fast after she is actually born. I can't promise any more photos of myself for awhile (like 4 months) because one thing I do remember is that the 7 month point marks the end of the "I'm feeling good, doin' fine/Oh look, she's pregnant, how sweet" phase and opens the door, in a rather quickly manner, to the "I can't move because I'm an inflating hot air balloon/She must be due tomorrow" phase. I tell ya, I don't know what crazy exponential growth goes on...but it's crazy...and exponential.