My goodness how things have changed this past week! I really think my stomach popped! Everything was normal and then Tuesday I ate a bean burrito and a Mexican pizza for lunch and all of the sudden it was like I couldn't hold my stomach in for the life of me. It was just protruding! I felt like it was the food's fault until hours had passed and I went to dinner at a best friend's house. All of my girlfriends noticed that I was bigger than the previous Tuesday. It really was bizarre. I mean, I would expect to be a little bit bigger week by week but in just a matter of days I looked totally different. So here we are on Sunday and I am still protruding. I can't blame it on the bean burrito and the Mexican pizza after this many days. So I suppose this is it. I am DEFINITELY showing, no mistaking it. I was showing before, but still one of those "if you're a stranger and you think I look pregnant, you probably shouldn't bring it up because there's a chance I could be bloated or I could have just had a baby" type of showings. Not only do I look different, I feel different too. After I eat I have worse pains than before. It still feels like my stomach is being magnetized to the floor, but even worse. I am having some round ligament pains also. It feels very strange when I am standing up and I rest my hands on my desk at work. Imagine that I'm sort of bending over but just resting that way. In those moments it feels like somebody has ripped what few abdominal muscles that I had before out of my stomach and replaced them with something strange that feels as if it is pulling apart in my abdomen. But other than moments just here and there, things are still going great. I usually wake up every two hours almost on the dot to change sleep positions or go pee, and that's okay with me. At least I go right back to sleep. Last night I woke up crying because I had a dream that Hooper really hurt my feelings. Lame I know. When I have the day off from work I tend to either sleep until noon, or at least lay in bed until noon. It's really nice. Apparently at this week in the pregnancy Finley weighs over a pound. She should be about 8 inches long from the top of her head to the bottom of her rump. I feel her pretty regularly now and Hooper actually got to feel her on Friday night. It was really cool. I had put my hands on my belly and thought that I could feel it, but when you're feeling it from the inside it's hard to tell if you are really feeling it from the outside too or if you are imagining it because you know it's happening. So I told him that I was pretty sure I could feel her and to put his hand there. He did and sure enough she moved right then. He was really excited and it was a pretty cool moment for us. This morning I was certain that Spanky was ready for Finley to be here, as he put his paw on my stomach and attempted to rip open my belly button. Then I realized that he just wanted to snuggle with me. Alice is laying her head right by my belly as I type this.
Everyone asks me, "What is going to happen to your dogs when Finley is here? They aren't going to get nearly as much attention!" Here is what I have to say about that. Yes, I know that you have had children before me and you have said the same thing that I am about to say, but I also know myself and I know my dogs and I know how I feel about the situation. My dogs will not suffer as a result of Finley's arrival and existence. As it is already, Alice gets the most attention of all the dogs. Not because I play favorites, but because she is so much more dependent on me. She only weighs 3 pounds, so her jumping up on my lap when I have Finley is not going to be a bad thing. I will welcome her to join us. Laugh if you want, but if you know my bond with Alice then you should have faith in what I say. She cuddles up so close to me at night and when I get up, she stays in the same spot and awaits my return. Finley wont be sleeping in our bed so our cuddle time should not be interrupted unless I am getting up to feed Fin or to tend to her in some other way. In these situations I feel confident that Alice will either come to the nursery with me, or await my return as usual. No biggie. Now with Lefty, she is extremely independent. I don't see much changing with her either. She only wants up on our laps every now and then, and she sleeps in our bed sometimes and on the floor sometimes. She is pretty happy with life as long as she is being fed, let outside, and has fresh water in the bathroom in our bedroom every night at bed time. Heck she's just happy to be alive and thankful that Hooper saved her! Spanky boy is a combination of Alice and Lefty. He is very snuggly and attached, but he also can take care of himself pretty well. (He can't pour the food or run the water though.) He's a really, really good dog and I think he'll be very protective of Finley. I think it will be a little bit of an adjustment for him, probably more than for the other two. But I think it will make him feel more needed and like he has another job around here. (Other than chasing away Lyle and telling us when someone is here and when there is a storm outside.) So there you have it. I really think my dog situation will remain like it is. We will all be one big happy family and no body's bonds will disintegrate. Like I said, laugh it up if you wish, but you watch. 2011 Christmas cards everyone will be wearing matching outfits! (Kidding.) Okay, off of my soapbox now. Here is a picture of me today. I'm telling you, major difference from last Sunday.