Corpus Christie

We used to vacation in Corpus Christi, Texas, way back in the day. Actually, I think we were trying to get to Padre Island, but hurricane season truncated the journey to Corpus Christi. All I remember, besides pouting and not being at THE beach, was visiting a mission. But, that my have just been something I read in our Texas history book.

So, here's my womb at 22.5 weeks. Jeff took this picture almost 1 week ago, but you get the idea. It's still shocking to look down and see my breasts resting on my stomach. Sometimes when I look at my beautiful ballooning stomach my mind plays tricks on me. One night, I looked into the mirror at my naked stomach and swore that I saw my former boyfriend-- the one who gained about 20 lbs in the first 2 months of dating me. (I didn't take that personally. OH wait, yes I did.) Then, sometimes I see my maternal grandmother, who lived on a farm in a small Texas town. This is the same Grandmother who had a third-grade education and a strong aversion to healthy food that was not accompanied by copious layers of bacon grease. She also had a strong aversion to wearing underwear to bed or wearing more than a see-through slip at the end of a long, hot Texas day. Is anyone anywhere still wondering why I need so much therapy?

Despite the mind games, I am loving my body and my daughter inside. I heard on my mommy message board that 24 weeks is viability. Yet another hoop looms just 4 days away. Next up, glucose test and third-trimester benchmarks, which include vericose veins, leaking breasts, sleep disturbances, and swollen ankles. Now we know why God made babies so cute...so women will be willing to do this again.