IT’S A BOY!
And, much to my horror, our little baby boy is really starting to show himself – and not in that cute “Oh, look! She’s pregnant” way, but more in a “Wow, that girl should stop eating so much cheese!” kinda way. Just a couple of weeks ago I was bragging about the fact that I could still fit into my skinny jeans when, all of a sudden, BAM! All I seem to be able to fit into these days are my leggings! I spent hours going from shop to shop over the weekend, trying to find reasonably pretty and affordable maternity clothes (affordable because I just don’t feel ok with spending an obscene amount of money on clothes when there are so many more important things to be saving up for) and I went home with one maternity dress. I ended up buying so-called ‘regular’ items of clothing in a bigger size, because I found that there was such a lack of decent maternity items. Seriously. I know of at least 7 other women who are pregnant now and that’s just within my circle of friends. What are we supposed to wear? Woolworths had two measly racks of maternity wear, I couldn’t find any at Edgars at the Waterfront and Mr Price had one rack of clothing that resembled pajamas. Believe me, I would love to spend the next five months in my pjs, but I don’t think my boss or clients are going to approve. But enough with the complaining!
Some very exciting things have been happening lately too: we found out that Bean is a little boy (and we’ve already settled on a name, but you’ll have to wait a little longer to find out), and I’ve finally started to feel some movement in there. I can feel him most late at night when I’m getting ready for bed, but I occasionally feel him move while I’m driving (I think it’s his way of telling me that he likes my taste in music) and while I’m sitting at my desk, typing away. I guess it’s just his way of saying, “Hey, mom! Feed me!”
I haven’t had many cravings, but one thing I’ve really been enjoying lately is a good ol’ strawberry milkshake. It’s so bad that I get grumpy when a restaurant doesn’t have milkshakes on the menu. I went for lunch with some friends the other day and was enraged when the waiter told me that they don’t serve milkshakes. The final straw was when he told me that they do have cranberry juice, though. What?! Firstly, cranberries and strawberries are not the same thing. Secondly, WHO DOESN’T SERVE MILKSHAKES?! It’s getting a little out of hand, I’d say…