This has been a weird, weird week pregnancy wise. Lots of stuff has happened so I have a lot to report on!
When Silas left on Sunday I decided I was going to try and get in better walking shape. When Silas and I walk somewhere I always want to walk slower than he does and he gets rather annoyed... SO I thought since I have two weeks with him gone I would walk more so that when he came back I would be able to keep up! It was a good idea and started out great. I walked a mile every since day last week. Then, over the weekend, any walking I did caused me to have contractions. Not braxton hicks which come and go, but actual contractions that would continue for about 15 minutes after I finished moving. So my midwife nixed it. No more walking or strenuous exercise. *sad face*
I know it's important to rest so that I don't go into early labor, but it's pretty discouraging because I've been putting on a bunch of weight and I was hoping that the walking would help to counter that. Plus, it's hard for me to move around when I'm this heavy and the walking was really helping with my mobility. This week I weighed in at over 200 pounds, that's almost 50 pounds since I got pregnant. And I still have 14 weeks to go! If I gain one to two pounds a week for the rest of my pregnancy I'm going to be... huge. But as Silas says "What are you gonna do? You can't stop eating." And he's right.
I had my 25 week appointment with MeriBeth on Thursday. Overall I'm doing well and staying healthy. We measured my belly and I'm measuring a few weeks ahead. Why is this? We don't know. maybe my dates are a little off. We listened for two heart beats with the doplar to make sure there's only one baby and we only found one heart beat. So I dunno what's up with that. Britt says that it's because Silas is half giant and so is his baby. I think that's a believable excuse as any. Plus it explains both the weight gain AND the uterine growth. I will soon be taking bets on how much my baby will weigh.
The weather has been warmer this week and at first I was thrilled! But only until I discovered that with the nice weather comes misery in the form of swelling. My ankles, which have always been tiny, swelled up to the size of huge sausages. I couldn't even see the bones in my ankles! When I wore my tennis shoes I could feel my feet pouring over the sides of the soles. It looks like I'll be getting some Birkenstocks for the summer to house my fat feet.
So, here's a picture of me, all dressed up for Mother's Day: