The other day while at the park one of my dear friends said to me with a smile, "Hey Jen, you are starting to get that pregnant lady waddle!" With 2 kids of her own, one being a newborn, this was meant to be a complement. At least that is how I took it. I chuckled and took notice of the fact that I have indeed started to waddle. Comes with the territory, right?

With DS, I had all my wacko food cravings during the first trimester. Man, egg rolls with hot mustard tasted good! Ooh, and that black raspberry ice cream! Yum! By the time I was at the end of my second trimester the cravings were gone. With this pregnancy I am getting the cravings now. A few weeks ago I got up with DS at 2 AM. While settling him back to sleep there was one thought that kept going through my mind: dill pickles. Even though I knew it would give me nasty heartburn I had a hankering for a salty, sour, garlicky, dill pickle. Before heading back to bed I made a pit stop in the kitchen and indulged. When I told DH about it in the morning we both laughed because pickles are one of those stereotypical pregnancy cravings. Mmmm, pickles. I am channeling my inner Homer Simpson! I've got to go get one right now! Ah, much better and OMG did it taste good!

As a way to beat the winter blues DH and I signed DS up for swim lessons at our local gym. It’s really a parent/child class rather than a real lesson. The week before classes started I realized that I didn't have a bathing suit that fit. While I may be brave enough to show off my big belly in a bikini at the beach, I didn't feel that my pre-pregancy suit was appropriate for the gym. So, off I went to the mall in search of a suit. I found a few at Motherhood Maternity; a store I hate to shop at because of their Draconian return policies. The first suit I tried on made me look like a stuffed sausage. Ugh. The next wasn't so bad, but still didn't fit right. The third suit was actually cute and left me a little room to grow. When I got home and modeled it for DH, he smiled and made a few whale noises. Now before anyone gets upset, DH and I have a running joked about this. I don't have many hang-ups about my body image, so he feels comfortable teasing me like this. He confessed to me that he would NEVER make smart-ass wise cracks like that if I was self conscious about my body. And to all of you moms of summer babies, I give you props for sporting bathing suits all summer long!

Oh, and I totally need to go to the store today and buy another jar of pickles!