25 weeks pregnant. We are inconsistent, we didn’t take a 24 or 25 week belly shot. Maybe next week.
Tomorrow, we get to see baby girl on ultrasound screen, she wouldn’t get her face out of the placenta long enough for a head profile. The technician had me stay on my hands and knees for 5 minutes to try and get her to move, but it didn’t work. I was worried that hiding your face in placenta for month would make it red. Silly.
Pregnancy dreams are usually good. Last time, I dreamt I was at a party and entered a competition with this professional fruit loop smasher. Seriously, this guy could grab a handful of fruit loops, smash them with the side of his hand and fling them into his mouth at a ridiculous speed. I went up against him, and I lost. I totally ate fruit loops for my 2nd bowl of cereal, my first was some healthy fibre stuff.
My latest friend add on facebook has incredibly exciting photos, crazy hair, outfits and friends. I blog about bannock and dreams. We’re in different places. If there were cheap digital cameras back in 1995…you’d be amazed at the rebel I was, the hair I sported and the amount of skin I showed. We’re all in different places at different times, except me and my baby girl are pretty much on the same level, the level of lots of food and rest.
