He IS Heavy...

This boy is getting big. I can feel it. I feel it when I walk, when I stand, when I get up from a sitting position, when I lay down. I hurt. My legs, my hips, my thighs, my belly. I need a belly bra for support.

I feel old. I'm waddling. I'm huge. Even some XL shirts don't cover the belly.

I can still touch my toes though. Kinda proud of that.

Now I feel him roll around in there. My stomach moves when he moves. It's weird.

And I'm hot a lot. I don't wear pants to sleep anymore, even if it's 19 degrees outside. I'm bottomless. :) Just my luck there is a fire or something in the middle of the night and I'm standing outside in my panties and a t-shirt. Eh, oh well.

You can tell where he is situated too because that part of my belly is warm and the other part is cold. I'm a little hotbox.

Babycenter says he's now putting on fat only. Funny that he's putting on fat when it's Valentine's Day season and the candy is in full force. Poor baby is going to come out plump and full of cavities (well...future cavities).

We'll see how fat he is tomorrow at our sonogram. And yes, I will post pictures.

P.S. Check your peanut butter. We had a recalled jar - half eaten - and we threw it away. I guess we aren't sick. Or haven't noticed! :)