(Forgive me for the lame cell phone pics this week. I promise to do better next time.)
I have to thank my hubby for cleaning up our bedroom and my child for smudging up the mirror
and there he is, growing up a storm
I went to visit my doctor yesterday, and he uttered the two most wonderful phrases that any pregnant woman could possibly hear:
- (in response to my questions about the holy ton of Braxton-Hicks contractions I had over the weekend) "You probably need to rest more"
- "Your weight gain looks great"
Correct me if I'm wrong, but it seems to me that my doctor just gave me explicit permission to lay on the couch and stuff my face with no guilt. Consider it done.