Working on 26 weeks.

This will probably be my last shot from this office, as the job wraps Friday and then there’s only a little training of my replacement to do. I’m looking forward to more napping time, but this has been a good job: a sort of work/study arrangement that’s given me a lot of opportunities in the last year plus.

I feel like the belly’s gone into turbo drive lately. My next midwife appointment isn’t until the 8th, but a weigh-in on a friend’s scale suggests I’ve doubled my weight gain during Month 5. I doubt this is a problem, as I was so slow to puff up, but it’s certainly been a big adjustment. Pip is now developing a schedule and moving pretty predictably: first thing when I wake up; whenever I enjoy a cold drink; at this quiet little office job. He is a stinker about refusing to kick for friends, though.

Incidentally, everything here is non-maternity doing double-duty, though the topmost top and skirt I bought recently. To learn more about my maternity clothing strategy, you can read my guest post here.

Cookout birthday party belly.

(Also, going to work on Monday with campfire hair means you are living right, yes?)