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Pregnancy Stuff...27 Weeks

Well I am in the last week of my second trimester.  Almost to the home stretch.

So kinda funny.....I wanted a photo I could compare pregnancies at 27ish weeks so I found a photo of myself pregnant with Haley:  And I have to be real honest, I am not a fan of orange and I think the only two articles of orange clothing I have ever owned are picture below--this was totally not planned, but after comparing the photos I realized both photos I am wearing orange while standing in the kitchen.  I just want to assure you that I did not put that much thought into it.  It was a last minute, "Oh hey, I actually have my hair down and I am not wearing spandex, let's take a pregnant picture."

Side note, the above jeans were not maternity jeans.  At this point, with baby no 2, I couldn't even think of wearing my regular jeans. 

My $12.99 dress.  Love a good deal.
So there you have it.  

Things have been going well.  I have gotten the green light for a "regular" delivery now that the placenta has grown away from the exit, so that should no longer be an issue.  The last ultrasound showed that we are completely breech right now, but that is not even a worry yet because the baby still has room to do aerobics Richard Simmons style.   

Speaking of aerobics, despite the fact that I am cleared of Placenta Previa, the doc has still said that I should avoid "bouncy bouncy" so I can still walk and such but play it cool.  So I have been hitting the gym at-least 3-4 times a week to do the elliptical and some light lifting.  Still hasn't stopped me from gaining a ridiculous amount of weight--which I also did with Haley.  It is what it is, as long as baby is born happy and healthy--I can care less what happens to me in the process.  

So, so far--the second half of my pregnancy has been MUCH MUCH smoother than the first.  Thank goodness for that.  Now it is just the waiting game.

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