25-26 weeks!

These are week 25. We forgot to take photos outside before it got too dark. It gets dark so early now!



Godel the cat helped with that last one.





And thus, my need for maternity clothes grows. I thought I'd be able to get away longer with wearing my own clothes, but this week, I started wearing Ryan's shirts. I'm not going to lie, I kinda dig Ryan's plaid, cotton work shirts. It means twice as much dry cleaning, taking 10 shirts to the dry cleaners to be washed and pressed every Friday instead of 5, but maybe I'll just buy Ryan a few more so that he has a better selection. When my parent's were here over the weekend, my Mom really wanted to buy me some maternity clothes, but it's a minimum 2 1/2 hour trip to Target (what with the subway and all) and most of the maternity stores are in Manhattan. I didn't want to have to drag Dad there on his vacation. I did drag them to my ob appointment though, and for as apologetic as I tried to be, they insisted that they enjoyed themselves. They say that ultrasounds are a lot more technologically advanced than they were in 1982, and they were fascinated with little Flannery's tiny bones and heart.

As far as cravings go, I haven't had anything specific the past 2 weeks. I'm just hungry all the time. In fact, the OB is concerned over how much weight I've gained. Oops. They referred me to a nutritionist that I swear I'm going to call. One of these days. I am nervous about the gestational diabetes test I have to take at the next appointment. I plan on eating paleo foods ( I said eating them, not actually following the paleo diet) and walking a lot between now and then.

I can't believe it's already been 26 weeks. That means there are only 14 left. I remember being 14 weeks pregnant and thinking there was so much time left.