24ish Weeks

24ish weeks also means six months, you're welcome for doing the math. I am, however, merely entering my six month, so saying I'm "six months pregnant" makes it sound like I've been this way for longer than I truly have. Baby Ev is kicking and moving so much! Yesterday was pretty neat because at one point she wasn't moving, but I could feel - like, with my hand, outside my belly - what I assumed was either her head or her little bum. Cuuuuuuuuuute overload. Here is a video of her rolling around - it starts around second 10, and only goes for maybe 5 seconds. So, don't bother watching the rest of the video. I kept recording thinking she would keep bouncing, but of course, she did not.

We started our Bradley birth classes on Friday. I really liked the instructor, and obviously I like the course because 1) my mom used to teach it so, duh, and 2) I already have a pretty firm grasp on what kind of information we'd be getting and what we'd be learning and all that so I knew I would like it - the idea of natural birth is nothing new to me so, whatevs.

The whole "my butt hurts from sitting thing" doesn't really go along well with a 2 hour sitting-on-the-floor class, but I assume I'll survive. I do have one question -- why is the material all so old? The book I'm required to read is, literally, from 1984 - this is seriously a year after I was born. Seriously, I'm not teasing. The book was apparently then re-released in 1996. Which is seven.teen.years.ago. SEVENTEEN. I recognize the basic principles are all still the same, but it would make me feel a lot better if I knew I was reading updated statistics and data. It's hard for me to take things seriously if they are older than AOL instant messenger. Now that's dating yourself.

I have also discovered that I eat 50-60 grams of protein by the time I have finished breakfast in the morning. This is because I have: orange juice and vanilla protein powder (it tastes like an orange julius, I am a genius), a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese, some coffee with skim milk, and a greek yogurt with grape nuts. Post lunch today, I was at a whopping 91 grams of protein. Yeah, I get to fruit it up the rest of the day! I have a bag of apricots literally calling my name.

Anyways. So I guess Baby Ev is probably going to come out weighing 9lbs or something ridiculous. I equate  vast protein consumptions to large babies and here's why: The Bradley Method apparently used to recommend ONE HUNDRED GRAMS of protein a day (it is currently closer to 80 grams a day). And my mom's babies were all 9lbs and up (there may have been one or two exceptions, but between seven kids she probably averaged like 9 lbs 10 oz. per kid so, close enough). Therefore, one plus one would, at least in my mother's case, seem to equal big, giant babies. I always wanted a tiny baby because my mom always had big ones, but of course this is very selfish of me as I am told the bigger (within reason) the baby the healthier the baby and that's all that matters yaddah yaddah etc and so on. My belly was 26 centimeters at my 23 weeks appt, which I guess is technically 3 centimeters bigger than it should be. The midwife didn't seem to find this odd at all. My mom on the other hand goes: "whaaaaat?! oh, maybe you have twins!". Le sigh.

In other news, as you may have guessed I am still obsessed with fruit. Mostly, watermelon and peaches and apricots. I gained more weight than I wanted to last month but I'm over it, for now anyways. Also, I was sick with a chest cold for two weeks so I mostly just laid around and bemoaned my fate. These days I'm looking definitely, no doubt about it, for sure pregnant, so a couple extra pounds isn't bothering me and everyone tells me that I look great and cute and I'm all "aww, thanks!" and feeling happy about myself. I'm fully expecting to feel the opposite when I get to month 9, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, now won't we.

Oh, and this: Study Finds Adverse Effects of Pitocin (now I am making a shocked face! not)