Lest y'all are wondering where the heck I've gone to...
It's time to move on.
Come on over, friends :) The journey continues!
I am a firm believer that if you don't take care of your body, your body won't take care of you. I've been very grateful to have the energy, strength, and flexibility that regular exercise provides and for the peace of mind that Baby Girl is being taken care of by a healthy body.
I take this with me everywhere. Quite literally.Water is my best friend. And hey, why not filter it.
Seems funny, but comfort takes on a whole new meaning when you're body's growing a human being.Simply having my hair out of my face is part of my comfort.
Ahhhh, the comfort of not having to worry about buttoning the top button. It's so nice to not have to buy all new pants, too...though, don't get me wrong, elastic waisted pants are my new favorite thing.
Nuh-uh! No stretch marks for me if I can help it.
No, they're not cute, but I would wear these everywhere if I could.They're my feets' best friend.
Every one of my senses has been heightened by just enough to make any sort of sensory overload (loud noises, strong odors, bright lights, etc.) completely unenjoyable at some point during pregnancy. That goes for taste as well. Thus, having the aftertaste of anything in my mouth for too long makes me nauseous. There is nothing quite so neutrally-freeing as the taste of "fresh".
Same results as #7, but better. Even mints have an aftertaste.
I'm naturally a stomach/back sleeper, so the whole "sleep on your side from here on out" thing is hard for me. I wake up at least 3 times a night and have to roll to my side again. Packing pillows all around me to hold me in position helps, and is quite comfortable when done correctly.
James put this in my stocking for Christmas (cause I always steal his...and then accidentally lose it). It's just another comfort thing. Un-chapped lips.