I really need to lose 3 pounds.

Okay, obviously my poundage ain't going anywhere till the end of March'ish. I just crack up at that quote from the hilarious movie 'Mean Girls'. Skinny Rachel McAdams keeps telling her friends that she really needs to lose 3 pounds so that they will tell her she is skinny. Don't know why it makes me laugh.

Anyway, according to my calculations, I have gained 4 pounders with my little bean. He/she only weighs about 7 ounces...so....uh....hello Kim Kardashian butt. Well...not quite so curvy and sexy...but ya know. We can dream.

I love it though. I love my baby belly! It lets me know there is a baby in there! I talk to it. Does that make me a freak?? Don't answer.

Little 7 ouncer is also a black belt. I feel tee tiny little karate chops a lot these days and I also absolutely love every single one. Last night I laid around for like 2 hours before I could fall asleep. Don't know what the deal was there. I laid there for a while. Read some of my book. Watched the Office. Ate raisin bran...then fell asleep. But as I was laying there saying in my head, "Go to sleepppp....you are verrrrrry sleeepppyyyyy...." this little bundle of preciousness let out one big kick. It felt like I had a guinea pig in my stomach and its tiny little foot just kicked at me. Love.

I even worked out for an hour on the elliptical yesterday and painted Griffin's big boy furniture...you would think that would make a pregnant woman crash. It's a true mystery, people.

Anyway, about the poundage. Yesterday, Griffin and I were playing outside and he wanted to go on a walk around the block. We live on a hill so behind our house you go up the hill, circle around the block and then back down. Griffin...AKA hardcore trainer in training....grabbed my hand and made me run up and down the hill with him like 4 times. I think he thinks I'm just letting myself go.

I said, "Little Griff, it's going to take a lot more than a hill workout to rid the fact that you will no longer be an only child in 4 months." He just stared at me like I'm some delusional freak. Which, maybe I am.

But he is the one sitting in front of me in a St. Bernard costume because I am stronger than him and I think it's cute.

I win!