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Belly! 24 Weeks!

My 24 week belly. 148 lbs

Wow, what  a two weeks it has been.  You may have noticed my room is different.  Gone are my days of excellent Mexi food and a cold, loud warehouse.  I’m in an actual house now and that is really exciting for me, but I’m far away from my friends and my life in Los Angeles.  I moved 100o miles to be closer to the little monster’s dad.  So far, so good.  The drive up was lovely, although I had to stop to pee every hour our so.  It’s really nice to be settled.  Now, of course, I get to do whatever it is I need to do to get on services here in the North West.  I’m sure it will be easier. I hope it will be easier.  Yeah, no, I’m sure.

One of the many plusses about being up here is my persistent dry skin has cleared up and for some reason, my hair isn’t getting as dirty. I’m gross and only wash my hair once or twice a month.  I usually have to powder it after two days of not washing.  It’s been a week since I washed it and I still haven’t had to powder it.  It really is strange, but I’m not going to complain.  It saves me a bundle of time and money on shampooing.  Speaking of my hair, I have lots and lots more grays than I did 6 months ago.  I’m not totally sure if this is because of the little creep in my belly or just because I’m 32 and that sort of shit will start to happen.  I’ve had a good run of non-gray hair so I’m pretty okay with it turning gray.

On the long drive up here, I thought of so many great, amazing things to write about. I probably should have written them down. There was something about how my whole body has been taken over by the little creep and how some of the movements of him are just plain annoying.  I mean, it’s nice to get the occasional nudge from the inside to know that he’s still alive and all but in the middle of the night when I’m trying to sleep like a beached whale it gets a little irritating.  I’ve begun poking him back.  It’s not effective.  I have no idea what the other topics where, but I can tell you, they were great.  They seemed funny and interesting. Pregnancy brain has made them go away.

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Holy Hair!

Okay, we are to Day 2 of my gross little photographic observational experiment.  Unfortunately, because my skin and my hair are both very, very pale because I’m very, very worried about going outside when it is sunny because I’m very, very vain and don’t want to get wrinkled, it is hard to see the hairs when they are at this length.   Well, the not going out in the sun doesn’t account for the hair being pale, but it accounts for the skin.

The hair is about 1/16th of an inch.  So, that would mean it grows about 1/32nd of and inch a day. I could stop this silly little project right now, but I won’t.  Let’s face it, it’s the middle of winter right now, and even though today is 75 in Los Angeles, I’m probably not going to be showing my armpits off in a tank top or strapless dress anytime soon and when I do decide I want to, I can shave.  Also, I’m not doing much dating, so no one besides me has seen me naked and I really, really don’t care if my armpits are hairy.  So, we will just press on. 

 

 


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