Pregnancy Diary: Week 15

I find myself being excited it's the weekend, but I'm not sure why. Nothing too spectacular is happening. My work doesn't end. Dean is working all day today. Perhaps he'll be home early enough for us to do something fun before my body gives out. We have a vow renewal ceremony to go to tomorrow morning for a short time, which will be nice, but then Dean is back to work all day leaving Sunday as our only full day together as a family. I'll be getting my haircut tomorrow too, which I always have mixed feelings about. I am excited at the prospect of having it turn out how I want, but I have had too many bad haircuts to know that there is always a chance it won't. Fingers crossed I suppose.

Today has been quite lovely. Had breakfast with 4 great girls (and Will), at a local diner..... Ahhh, Diner food: My new love. *Guilty confession: I have eaten at a diner 4 times this week. Twice for dinner. Twice for breakfast. I only sort of feel bad about that. I'll do better next week, I promise.* I had an appointment with the midwife, and that went well. I got to hear the heartbeat again, which always makes my day :) I gained roughly 4 lbs in 4 weeks. Wonder why. Almost back up to my pre-pregnancy-morning-sickness weight, which I suppose is a good thing.

I have been feeling good these past couple of days. Haven't felt the need to take a nap, and have been able to get some stuff done while Will naps. Hoping to get back into a workout routine of some sort now that my energy is coming back. It's tough getting back into it after going so long without it! It's amazing how quickly you can lose your muscle mass too! Right before I got pregnant, I was in the best shape I have ever been. Now I feel fat and blah. I know mom, I know. It's a good thing. Eat, eat, get fat, and eat.

So, you may have heard of pregnancy dreams before (Yes, random change of subject). A normal occurrence of crazy, whacked out dreams during pregnancy. Well, I have crazy, whacked out dreams anyways, so that's nothing new. What I have been doing is talking in my sleep. Now, after my spiel has been said and in my half awakeness, I either a) Try to explain to Dean why what I said makes complete sense or b) Start to defend myself. It has been rather amusing. I of course can't remember anything specific that was said, so I guess you'll just have to take my word for it. Or ask Dean.

I will leave you with a shoddy cell phone shot of my 15 week baby belly. Taken in my messy room.


Oh, and I just downed a peach and about 16 oz of cottage cheese. And I bought dill pickles today.