24 Weeks Bumpdate and Valentine’s Day

Tony: You see, the thing about the human body is, as we know, is that it is a temple.
Gary: Yep
Tony: It’s just that my temple seems to have grown into a slightly larger temple.
Gary: With a big wobbly dome. -Men Behaving Badly

Match and I decided to celebrate our Valentine’s Day yesterday, when there were less crowds. He wouldn’t tell me what he had planned, just that we were going to do something. Phase 1 was breakfast at our favorite local diner. I pigged out on waffles and the waiter sugared up my coffee with hot cocoa and a dollop of whipped cream. YUM! Don’t mind my awesome bed head. We rolled out of bed and just went to breakfast in our sweats.


After breakfast we headed out for Phase 2. We got on the freeway when I guessed where we were going. He took me to Old Town Sacramento for the day! It was really fun wandering around window shopping and taking in the scenery. We stopped in an olive oil shop where they do olive oil tastings. I’m pretty sure it trumps wine tasting for me. We ended up getting some delicious Tuscan olive oil and Serrano honey balsamic vinegar. My mouth is watering again just thinking about how good it tastes! I think I need to have some of our couple friends over for an excuse to serve sourdough bread with the olive and vinegar as a dipping sauce.



We checked out the waterfront, took obligatory cheesy pictures, followed by lunch at Fat City. Match kept saying the sign made it look like “Fat Guy”. I can sort of see it.  And you know a restaurant named fat guy has just got to be good! 😉


When we got home to relax, Match snapped a picture of me updating my blog. I had headphones on because Match was practicing his duck and turkey calls (heaven help me!) and it was making the baby kick like crazy. Either he loved Daddy’s noises or he hated it as much as I did. 😉 We had such a nice Valentine’s Day, and it was so much better than flowers!



Today, actual Valentine’s Day,  I went in for my weekly progesterone injection and ended up having a terrible experience with the nurse. I’ve seen her many times throughout this pregnancy, but for some reason she thought I was someone else. She said, “Oh no kids with you today? Where’s your daughter?” I was like, umm…I lost my daughter in April. She STILL didn’t get it and kept on,”Oh I thought you brought a little girl in with you every time?” and I said, no…that’s why I’m here. Because of preterm labor… this will hopefully be my first living child. THEN, instead of apologizing,  she just goes on to ask how many weeks I am, and said, “Oh wow, you’re really big for 24 weeks. Guess it’ll be a big baby!” Wtf lady? I cried the entire way home. She made me feel like a big fat cow. It was so awful.  I’m only 5ft, so I get that the belly looks really round and big on me, but geez. I’m on target with weight gain, but a comment like that makes me feel like I’m not taking care of myself or something.

When I got home, Match just held me while I cried. Piglet kicked a bunch for me on my way home which cheered me up some. Like he was saying, don’t listen to that mean ol’ nurse, I’m just getting nice and strong for you. Match pointed out that I do have a big belly, but that I’m all belly, and that’s a very good thing. I think it was just the way she had said it, especially after the comment about my daughter that got to me. In this picture I’m pretty red faced because I had been crying.



I hope you all had a wonderful Valentine’s Day and got to enjoy some quality time with your loved ones.  Once again I’m reminded of how lucky I am to have such a sweet and supportive hubby. And even if I am “really big” I can take comfort knowing that I have a healthy baby boy growing in my belly.