Hellooooooo world. The !#%!@ Baby and I still exist! We ran a temporary hotel here for a few weeks to host three visitors back to back. To back. So we took some time off (ok, I took some time off) from blogging to hang out with friends and grandmas. We went to the zoo, the children’s museum dealie, ate junk food, drank beer (ok, I drank beer) and just enjoyed having other people in the house.
Because just the two of us? We really get on each other’s nerves. For real.
Among the things we did, my mom (Grandma Bebe) was adamant about getting the kid his first ice cream cone. He’s had ice cream before, but never in the cone.
And that was made very clear. He would not pick it up!
He liked it. A lot. But refused to touch it.
Weird little bugger. Who doesn’t pick up ice cream cones?!
And God forbid one of us try to keep it steady on the table for him.
And when he got tired of bending over…he thought of another way to eat it.
HE REFUSES TO USE A SPOON AT HOME AND THE ONE TIME IT ISN’T REQUIRED, HE USES A GODDAMN SPOON.
Now enjoy a bonus video and see this cute fail in action.
I go back and forth on whether to be concerned or proud that I’m not showing yet. At 17.5 weeks, I probably should be. At least, that’s what all the bump pictures on the interwebs tell me. But I’m sort of not. At least not in a pregnancy sense. I look a little fluffier, but not pregnant. I still fit into most of my pants and the full panel maternity pants I bought (they were on sale and I can’t pass up sales) look foolish since all the extra fabric is loose and hangs and looks like I deflated.
The only time I feel like I have THE BUMP is after I eat a big meal. Then there’s no denying it. I go from normal to enlarged in minutes. It’ll go away, but for a good hour I can’t suck it in or hide the fact that all of a sudden lunch formed into a potbelly that has nowhere to go but out.
I think I’m going to stay on the proud side of the fence. When the doctor gives you orders to eat more ice cream, you’ve got to be doing something right. That said, pants are getting tighter faster and it won’t be long now. I fear I am going to pop and pop loudly.
How I view myself:
How I really look at 17 weeks:
I know there’s something in there – I’ve seen it! Unless it really is just an elaborate hoax.
Also, I can still see my feet!
I recently posted some Week 10 pictures here, for comparisons sake. And so I can easily find them when I went to wistfully remember when.