25 weeks! And going strong!!!

So, here I am. Another few weeks bigger and still happy. I am a little late getting my monthly picture up, but better late than never, right? No, that picture is not photoshopped in any way. I really have gotten that much bigger!

I survived my time on my own, had a visit from my parents last week, happily greeted Glenn back on Sunday, and returned to work on Monday. The general reaction after having not seen me for 10 days, from my colleagues was: "Oh my goodness, what happened to you over Break?" Apparently, I bloomed over the break. It could, perhaps, have to do with the Hardee's burgers, chocolate pie, and extra snacks I ate in that week without Glenn. Regardless, I still feel great and have decided not to worry about how much weight I may or may not be gaining. I am watching what I eat, and notice that I'm just not as ravenous as I was for a while.

And who would have thought that a 6 month old fetus would keep to a schedule, but lo and behold, it has to be around 4 every morning that I start to feel the little one stretching out in my belly. Kicks here, punches there. Early in the morning he wakes me up, and when he does start to kick, it is certainly regular. Glenn has also finally been able to feel him on a more regular basis. When I put his hand on my belly in the mornings, he comments at how much the baby is kicking now. He has no idea!!! I feel it all the time!!