So we've entered the third trimester. Mike's been enjoying feeling the baby twist and turn and punch and kick lately. It's crazy how much she seems to grow each week now. Well, she's always grown quite a bit each week comparatively, but I'm actually able to feel it now which is great.
I'm looking forward to 3 months from now so I don't have to rely on others to carry things for me. Not only do I feel lame when I have to have my coworkers carry everything for me, but I'm quite sure I'm losing a lot of arm muscle by not carrying heavy things. Plus I have to make several trips to the car when I take groceries in to the apartment. Boo.
I've been reading this blog called the Confessions from a Mormon Bachelor Pad. There are 2 reasons why I'd like to mention them. One, I'll admit, it's my guilty pleasure. Lately there has been this whole thing about whether they are real or not and whether they are actually a lot older than they claim. Either way, I don't really care and I don't get why a lot of people do care. We're all reading it for the story, right? Why ruin it? Plus their stories are actually really great. At first, I was a little offended (I'm not sure why, maybe I just felt really guilty for spending hours getting caught up on their blog, especially when it was stated that one of the boys went to my high school) but now it's more of a television sitcom to me but luckily it comes on more than once a week and there are never repeats. Seeing as we don't have a television, this provides quite a bit of entertainment for me while I rub my belly and tell my little girl that she's never growing up.
The second reason is because they're doing this giveaway promotion for a Shabby Apple dress. It's very unlikely that I would actually win but it's nice to dream about the day when I'll be able to fit one of their awesome dresses. I complain about my extra weight almost every day because of the pain that I feel every night and I just can't wait to get rid of it. It'll be nice to have most of my figure back so that my normal clothes fit well - it's a little depressing right now that normal clothes are just a little small for me and all maternity clothes seem to be too big for me, mostly just length wise. Oh Shabby Apple, how I dream of you almost everyday.