25 week update

I am 25 weeks today!! It is going by really fast, especially when I

step into reality and realize that the only baby thing that I have

is a breastpump that I found on a killer deal and a St. Maarten t-shirt. Seriously, I need to start getting prepared, and I kinda don't know where to start!

This experience has still been very "easy" when compared to

other peoples pregnancy. My belly has grown quite a bit the last 2 weeks, along with everything else on my body--or so the scales

say. I am totally going to to blame it in the ooey-gooey-nutty-

chocolatey-carmelly goodness of Snickers!! That is my yummy treat. On the cruise we had a mini-fridge that was stocked with stuff, and of course, not free. I think our room stewardess did some research before we boarded, cause in the door of the fridge-yes Snickers. Plus nothing is better than a cold Snickers. So I would justify my eating of the $2.50 Snickers along with an ice cold Diet Coke, as MY drink of the day. It was a rule that everyone had to get the drink of the day, but me--I got to pick who drank mine. But alas, in the fridge, I found my true drink of day wrapped in a beautiful brown wrapper! So we will blame the big butt, and thunder thighs on Beverly, our Nazi-Peruvian room stewardess. (We didn't like her!)

Back to reality again, he is moving ALOT! I swear this little guy never rests! When I go to sleep he is wiggling, when I wake up he is wiggling, all afternoon he is wiggling. I think he just takes a power nap every morning, after the coffee-caffeine high wears off then its back to his rolly-polley self. As Jason, Jareds brother, likes to sing to me "If you're happy and you know it- kick your Mom". So that might be his song!!

Ok--one complaint--leg cramps suck!! I get the really strong charley-horses in my calves whenever I stretch out my legs in a really good kinda squeaky cat stretch. I have mastered a great trick though. Just when I am starting to stretch out, I feel that 'holy crap-your leg is going to cramp so hard you can't see straight, let alone, get up and "walk it out" feeling', all I do is continue the stretch but keep my feet as flexed as possible. It makes for only an 80% satisfying stretch, but its better than waking up Jared with vulgarities that would make a sailor blush, as I am trying to hoist myself out of bed, to rub out my cock-eyed looking foot. There is always a faint achyness there, but its only the stretching that bring on the big boy cramps!

Well, now that I have bored everyone to tears with my rambling, (yeah, work is boring today) I will end this post. Thanks for everyones love and support in my experience of becoming a mommy!