It's week 24 and boy am I getting BIG. I'm sprouting boobs like a turnip from the Jolly Green Giant's garden! I was already a nice size 40 DDD (yes, that's triple Ds and not a typo) before pregnancy and although my chest width hasn't budged, I swear my girls are getting thicker. And they itch . . . oh boy it's embarrassing, but they itch at the most inopportune times. Now I'm finding new and interesting ways to scratch without being too obvious. I work on the trading floor of a large bank in New York City, so my boss and I share a desk with about twenty other bankers. You should see me trying to scratch and "adjust" without being too conspicuous. My boss pretends he can't see me, but I know he's wondering why I'm constantly fixing my blouse. Oh well!
This week was good. Nubby is doing all kinds of flips and kicks. I swear my Lil' G is going to be a Kung-fu master. I'm glad she's moving around. I feel so much closer to her when I nudge my belly and she kicks back. It's the coolest experience ever! I went to the dentist this week for my six month dental cleaning. I'm totally crazed about dental care. My dentist was shocked to see me so preggie, but she gave me the nicest complement and said. "At least you are carrying the weight well." I beamed! Not the coolest complement I've ever heard, but hey at this junction in the road with an additional twenty pounds on my bum, I'll take it where I can get it. Ha!
One thing I've noticed this week is that I'm having a terrible time sleeping. I'm not sure if that's part and parcel of being pregnant. It's not just the uncomfortable nature of sleep at six months, but it's my dreams . . . or nightmares more like it. I've been having some sexually explicit dreams (which I won't share since this is a family website) and some deep nightmares. One nightmare had me so freaked I woke my husband up and made him feel around my womb for Nubby until she moved. I was convinced she was gone. Scary. That morning I woke up bright and early and headed to Babies R Us for a fetal heart monitor so I could keep up with her heartbeat myself. I'd love to hear from my fellow preggie moms if you've had some weird scary dreams. Email me and we'll chat. I promise not to embarrass you in my journal. I'll save all the embarrassing moments for my poor unsuspecting boss.