Week twenty-five

Its just another boring day here at my house this week. My last day of work is Friday, two days from now. Part of me is really sad, I know I'm going to miss all my regulars and most of my fellow employees. But I also know that I need out of that store, the stress is really taking a toll on me and Baby. Plus working on my feet all day is really starting to get to me, and because I'm pregnant I'm moody and can't stand most of the customers. My feet hurt at the end of the day, I have headaches all the time, and my upper back has started to really get to me too. Plus, I get really hungry at work and a lot of the time I'm not able to take a break and eat like I should. Its been a great job for the 20 months that I've been with the company, but its time to move on. Its not ideal for the pregnant lady, that's for sure. :)

In other news... I don't think we'll be going to Mall of America for the 4th of July after all. Once I quit work we'll be making about $800 less a month, and the pay cut is causing us to spend our money a little better. Its okay though, we might go to Minnesota for new years or Christmas, it just kind of depends. Matthew has a close Aunt and Uncle that live about 15 or 20 minutes from the Mall, so it would be cool to visit them.

Otherwise, we've already made plans to visit home over Thanksgiving. And we're obviously still planning on coming home the end of July. We're both SO excited for a vacation, to get out of this town, away from work, and we'll get to see a lot of family and friends. It'll be nice.

I still don't have any stretch marks on my tummy, but my boobs now look like a tiger (that's what Matthew says anyway). All the skin is starting to itch though, so maybe I will actually develop a few permanent scars. Not that I'm complaining! I'd be perfectly fine if I didn't ever get any stretch marks, but I'm not holding my breath on that one. People keep saying its genetic, in which case I will have some coming in shortly.

Yesterday I got to watch my belly bounce up and down while baby kicked. It was so weird, I wish Matthew had been here to see it. And the baby had the hiccups for the first time on Sunday night. It was the weirdest feeling!

I thought for sure this was a boy, I thought maybe I saw a little "something" at the ultrasound on accident. But in all my dreams its a girl, and I keep referring to it as "her". I can't shake the feeling that its a girl, even though I thought the screen showed boy. I know, I'm going to have to wait and find out either way. I'm just stating my opinion (something I always do, which you guys should know by now). Well, I think I'll go cut up some strawberries and turn on a little TV before the husband gets home. It was a long day at work, and I stayed late without a lunch, so its time to unwind for me. :)