Fruit/Veg/Edibles:  Sweet potato & Zesty Zucchini 
Weight gain: 4.6lbs. Kudos to McDonald’s for providing pure fat on the go and my husband for the not so subtle reminders that madam midwife told me to put on a few L-Bs 
Overall weight gain: 3.8 lbs. Baby and I are in the black!
I can be found eating: McDonald’s in my car surrounded by the remnants of the last drive thru purchase.  Cinnamon raisin bagels with full fat cream cheese, slurping salad dressing (or I would if that were socially acceptable), peanut butter crackers, pickles and Oreos (occasionally together), blueberries and lots of hot chocolate. And horse pills prenatal vitamins. I’ve put swallowing these things in the skills section of my resume. It’s that difficult. 
Aversions: None noted.  
Movement/kicks/anything?: Nada. No. Nothing. The only real kicker (ha) this week was receiving the 411 that my placenta is in the front. Who cares and why did I subject you to that gross word? Because… The placenta (shudder) could potentially serve as a little bit of a cushion and delay any baby feeling. I’m still impatiently waiting and often found laying very still trying to attribute significance to my gas. So much information. 
Maternity style: Serious question. Why aren’t all pants maternity pants? Is there anyone out there who wouldn’t appreciate a little extra wiggle room right after lunch? Or for just ease of sitting… at all times? I think I’ve identified my latest aversion: buttoned jeans.  Expandabellies should be for everyone!! For the past two weeks, I’ve been living in these... many thanks to my bargain shopper of a mother-in-law. They are my go to, especially while this cold weather persists and persists. Fig-colored all the way! I must say though the Gap ponte pants are another major maternity must have. They are legging pants. Not leggings, not pants. Leggingpants. THE best invention. All this talk about bottoms…I have also been wearing shirts this week. Some of the maternity variety, others not. I’m finding that if I wear any of the aforementioned amazing pants that maternity shirts work best because of the extra length — very necessary to cover the elastic belly panels. That lesson was learned the hard way. All of my clothes used to be sorted by season, the tanks and bikinis tucked away while we struggle through this epic winter. Butttt I spent my awake hours this weekend reorging my drawers.  All clothes now fall into one of two categories:  ‘See ya next year…I hope’ or ‘Potentially Bump-friendly.’ Not surprising… My wearable wardrobe is a tenth of its former size.  
How do I feel?: Shleepy
Status of the bump: Present and accounted for. Still little but getting bigger by the meal. Baby’s lying low which I’ve concluded is likely due to my long torso and erm, gravity?. I’m hoping this also means it will be a little while before those little zucchini legs find my ribs!  As of right now baby seems very far from reaching them! It’s all about the small victories over here. 

The happies:
Singing at Grams mass: You might expect this to be a sad, but truly I’ve never been more at peace, or more comfortable singing in my life. It was an incredible honor and the most personal and meaningful way to celebrate Grams life. 
Commuting completion. After five years of crazy  absolutely insane commutes from so many different homes to work in Needham and school and clinicals all over Metro Boston. I am finally moving on. Transitioning from a 2 hour expedition to a 12 minute borderline teleportation to work is cause for whole-hearted celebration. I am so looking forward to rolling over and snoozing an alarm that is ringing an hour and a half later than a normal work day. 
Shopping:  I engaged in a significant amount of retail therapy over the last few weeks. Online, In stores, browsing Pinterest to build my imaginary wardrobe. It’s been really fun starting to prepare for the ever-growing zucchini bump.  Also a snoogle was purchased, which I’m rolled up in for the first time as I type and I feel like I’m cuddling with a cloud. Two thumbs up.
Yoga: I went to my first prenatal yoga class and it was… different.  I am used to sweating and aching and this was not sweaty and the point was to stop the preggy aching. Overall, it was super relaxing and a great little baby bonding experience, though not much of a workout. It still felt amazing to get my baby carrying bod into a studio and a down dog.

The not so happies:
Saying goodbye to PCHI. It really is the end of an era! I was with my former employer for five years and PCHI was such a constant in my life–everything I accomplished in the last half-decade was in addition to working there. Seven different residences, four different schools for pre-reqs and nursing programs, three different vehicles, an enagagement, a wedding, buying our first home and immediately renovating it, the first half of a pregnancy. PCHI and my coworkers were with me through all of those changes and it’s so surreal that it’s just over. Not to mention how totally strange it is to go about my day without monitoring emails or shuffling paperwork. That job was never meant to be my life’s work, but it certainly was the work that allowed me to live my life… and I owe it a fond farewell.