Things have been moving along smoothly, except that this is the longest week ever. At 20 weeks, Baby B is the length of a banana and is practicing swallowing his own amniotic fluid to prepare for digestion. Ick. One of my newsletters says that the amniotic fluid tastes different depending on what I eat that day. So I’m trying to switch it up a bit so he will have an advanced taste palate. P.S. – several Pediatricians have told me that eating dirt is fine (not that I have wanted to eat dirt or anything) but they seem to think it helps with the baby’s immune system. When one of them told me this, I thought it was kind of weird, but when 2 other people told me, I was kind of freaked out. I guess that means the 5 second rule is good and Pediatrician approved.
Now for the real topic of conversation, maternity pants. While wonderful and super comfy when your stomach is too big for normal pants, I have one tiny little issue with them. I have these ones that have “Secret Belly Fit” (I’m not making that name up). It’s like a cotton spandex at the top, which is very light and smooth so you don’t have to deal with weird wrinkling on your belly and it is easily stretchable for when my belly gets even bigger. To my dancer friends - the material reminds me a little bit of tights. However, the issue is that these do not give you that satisfying snugness around your hips and waist, making you unsure if your pants are falling down or not. I imagine it is how that clown pants with the hula hoop around the top feel. Hence, I am constantly pulling my pants up, which is very attractive. Which adds to the attractiveness of having a large belly, wearing pants with elastic waists and eating like a truck driver. HOT.
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