So in Disney's Beauty and the Beast, Gaston (the bad guy) sings about being "roughly the size of a barge." Well I have seemed to bypass him in size. I feel like there is no end to my ever growing belly. I can't see my toes. I swear I have gained 500lbs in belly matter. I will find out the more accurate damage tomorrow at my appointment. My goal was to gain 20-25lbs with the pregnancy. I am guess that will be out of the window. I don't know how I keep growing with being able to fit so little into my squished stomach. Oh well. I have to keep reminding myself that as long as the baby is healthy, then all is well. I am down to less than 12 weeks. I can't believe it has gone by so quickly. It simultaneously feels like I just found out I was pregnant and like I have been pregnant forever. I am continually amazed at how strong the baby is getting. Work is starting to get uncomfortable because the baby seems to get frustrated with me for not focusing on it and so it proceeds to kick me until I can ignore it no more. I am way too in love with my little kicker. Well enough on me and the munchkin.
My baby sister is engaged! I am so excited for her. Her fiance is a goofball (yes I mean you Collin) so he will fit in great with my crazy family. They are getting married the end of June in Utah. I am little nervous about traveling so soon after the baby is born. Our plan is to drive there and back as I am not thrilled with the idea of mixing dirty airplane air and brand new baby. Any suggestions on how to make the trip more comfortable for Randy, the baby and me?