It started out pretty well with a trip up to Portland with my sister, and the kiddos to go to Athleta. I won a contest on instagram for a $250 gift card to Athleta, and two boxes of Luna bars. I also got some awesome samples from Yes to Carrots. I don't think I've ever spent 250 dollars on clothes before. I RARELY buy anything full price, so it felt so wrong pining through 50 dollar shirts for something I wanted. But I got over it, and we had fun on my shopping spree. I found two tank tops, an awesome sports bra for the poor "girls", and some awesome linen shorts. My sister loved the shorts I found, so I got her the same pair in a different color. It was fun shopping with her and Ella, who dances more than she shops in stores with great music. We also went to dinner in Sherwood with some of Mollie's friends from her mommy and me group. Good food, good company!
I think Uriah is going through a growth spurt because my "girls" are hurting all over again, I've had trouble sleeping, and the skin over my belly feels like it is going to tear in half right down the middle. I did not know that stretch marks actually hurt. I've heard that you get itchy, but not that it feels like ripping. My belly button is (was) one of the deepest around. I thought I wouldn't have to worry about my belly button popping out, but this week I was proven I was VERY VERY wrong. In a matter of days, my belly went from fine, to taught, to oh my goodness, I'm going to break. The skin around my belly button is bruised. I wish I was kidding. And it hurts so bad. I can't even touch it, I don't want Zach to touch it, I just want to rub Bio Oil on it and pray it stops hurting. I'm not upset about getting stretch marks, I couldn't care less. My body is for my baby, and I know it's part of the process. The ripping sensation is another story. I'm so grateful for my little guy, and I'm so glad he is growing, but ouch. Ouch Uriah, ouch. I would post a picture, but my belly button is camera shy, and I don't want to scare you, so you will have to take my word for it.
Every week my app tells me how big he is, and it is starting to bother me because comparing a baby to a pomegranate seems preposterous. My child is neither the size, nor shape of a pomegranate. Pomegranates do not have legs, or arms, and they definitely don't make your belly button bruise.
Uriah has been moving all the time, and I love being able to let people feel my belly when he is hanging out towards the "surface." Pregnant bellies are incredible, and it's incredible what a woman's body does to grow a child, and so I love when people can touch him and they realize just how cool it is. Some people are freaked out by pregnant bellies, and bless their hearts, but I hope one day they take it for what it is, a beautiful process, and also just really cool.
This may sound crazy, but I already know I'm going to miss being pregnant. I feel so close to my little guy and I feel like I am never alone because I have my son swimming around in there. It's like the ultimate snuggle. I know one day he is going to be too old and cool to snuggle his mommy, and so I'm just really trying to be grateful for this time. When I told Zach I would miss being pregnant with Uriah because I will miss his little kicks, he said, "Ah honey, I'll still kick you!" and when I told him I'm sad I can't cuddle Uriah forever he said, "That's what your husband is for." Ok, Zach, you got me there.
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