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| 25 Weeks |
I’m 25 weeks today and Bob is growing, growing,
growing (as am I.) I had my 1 hour glucose test on Friday and all came back
normal – no gestational diabetes for me, yea! Bob’s heart is still healthy
& strong too.
On Friday night I agreed to eat ½ a hamburger…a REAL
hamburger. For those keeping track, I stopped eating meat in December of 1995
and other than a bite or two over the last 17 years (including one bite of
prime rib in 2008 – the first time Greg saw me have even a morsel of meat),
I’ve never felt the urge to stop being a vegetarian (I eat seafood, eggs &
dairy, so I easily get plenty of nutrition.) I didn't even feel the need to
eat a hamburger, but months ago when we learned about Bob, I said to Greg that
I’d be willing to eat a bit of lean red meat throughout the pregnancy (the iron
from animals is more easily absorbed through the body & for the baby than
leafy greens, grains & of course, supplements.) Surprisingly, it took Greg
a while to take me up on this offer. Of course, I had rules (as is my way.) I
wanted the meat to be organic & from a reputable source & I wanted Greg
to grill it himself – that way I knew what I was getting & what went into
it & how it was prepared. So, Greg grilled me up a cheeseburger (and a mahi
mahi pineapple teryiaki burger as a backup.) And it was fine – but then again,
you smother anything in caramelized onions, avocado, tomato, melted cheese,
ketchup & stone ground mustard, it’s bound to taste good. So, we’ll see how
this continues…
Later that night, Bob
thanked Greg for the red meat (or rejected it?) by kicking him! Greg finally
felt Bob kick after many nights of waiting with his hand over my belly only to
say, “I only feel my own pulse. Or yours.” Bob kicked Greg square on the palm
of his hand & Greg’s face lit up & he said, “Was that you? Or Bob!? I
felt it. Kicks. Unmistakable kicks!”
Tupelo gave Greg a look that seemed to say, “Yeah, it’s been doing that
a while, dude.”
