As of Saturday, I am 32 weeks pregnant.
Does this seem like REALLY pregnant to anyone else?
I feel awkward. And large.
On Sunday, I met some teachers at 6:30 in the morning to do a 5k at the zoo. By "do" I mean that I ran the first mile and then walked the rest...which makes me very proud. It might make David even more proud than it does me--he was worried that I would get stubborn and run the whole thing just to prove a point.
He knows me too well.
Luckily, one of the other teachers wanted to walk after 1 mile, so it was easier for me to walk then.
In other news, enter the Baby Brady Pool! I'll bake you a cake if you win!
Actually, I probably won't until the kid is older. But maybe David will buy you a cupcake or something.