Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk. Walking is supposedly the best exercise for a pregnant woman. Not only does it help increase endurance and strengthen core muscles it also has the added benefit of keeping someone regular. That's a big plus to most pregnant women and Susana is no different. Also, it's the easiest exercise to do which is a huge attraction to me for because A: I'm lazy; and B: ... okay, there is no B. This is, however, Florida and it is, unfortunately, Summer which means we will probably only be able to keep this up for two to four more weeks maximum before Ra (the Sun God in case you haven't met him; nice guy, hot tempered) takes over the states weather pattern. Then it's to the gym we go. I miss walking already.
Today we saw Susana's first craving. Six weeks in at this point makes the timing of this both normal and expected. Her craving went thus: "A sandwich. A hot sandwich. With meat." The baby biology translation is more direct: "Carbs. Hot carbs. With protein." Since pregnant women need exponentially increased amounts of protein and carbs this made perfect sense. After a quick jaunt up to Subway for my first ever craving run Susana had the Philly Cheesesteak and I went for the Meatball Marinara.
We've named the fetus. No, not a real name. That's for the baby. We've decided to call it Our Little Parasite. Some might be offended by that, but oh well. Look up the definition of a parasite. It fits. What makes it not insulting is it's OUR parasite. Gotta problem with that? Huh? Wanna take this outside?? Yeah, I didn't think so ... wimp.
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