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25 weeks???? Already???

This week it really hit me that I'm on the home stretch now with this pregnancy.  I've crossed the mid-way point and then some!   It's hard to believe that I'm 25 weeks pregnant because I feel SOOOO good.  And I know that makes some of you want to disown me, but I am so happy that it's been enjoyable again.
Gained 15 pounds at this point which is a little less than I'd gained with Paisley at this point.  And this little fetus is much larger than she was!!!  I'm eating about 5-6 meals a day to keep the hunger at bay, so I should have gained 50 by now.  :)

With her, I had quite a lot of back pain by now and sleep was awful because of my hip and pelvic bone pain.  They felt like they were being pryed apart by something VERY strong.  I still remember the discomfort.  And yet, I thought my pregnancy with her was easy.  I enjoyed it up until the day I delivered.  And even that wasn't as bad as I expected.

But this go round, I feel non-pregnant.  I'm super active with Paisley still.  She loves for me to "play horse" which entails me getting on all fours so she can ride on my back.  I carry her 10 hours a day (she's still a cuddler), work 2 jobs and even built a swingset last weekend.  I have to remind myself that I need to take it easier than usual and not to overdo it.   Yet, I get to feel the sweet kicks and rolls in my belly.  This couldn't be a better pregnancy.

And I know I have 15 weeks left that can kick me in the rear, but I'm so glad that I've had 25 that have been pleasant.  Now I'm on the lookout for someone who needs a surrogate.  Not sure that anyone would pick a girl that is 2/3 on pregnancy success, took FOREVER to get pregnant and has PCOS.  But a girl can dream...

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  1. Hooray for 25 weeks- you look fantastic! Enjoy these last weeks!

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