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Weeks 20-21

Week 20 
My brother graduated high school and I wasn't as worried about his ceremony as my sister's since it was closer to home. There was a lot of walking involved and they didn't have the stadium opened when we first got there, so we had to wait outside in the 80 degree heat. They also didn't allow any purses in the stadium, so we had to put all of our things in a clear bag. Since it was so hot out, I was hungrier than usual and started panicking about my snack supply. I had no idea how long this was going to go, and I didn't want to pass out. The things I was told to avoid were heat, low blood sugar, and getting dehydrated and I was at risk of two of those. 
The stadium did not have any air conditioning going for a bit and was so hot. Plus, we still had a good hour to wait until the event started. I really started panicking in my seat, so I went to go get some more food to see if walking around would help. I was winded after walking up the stairs though and just did not feel good. At one point I just started crying because I was tired of being in places that were pushing me to my limits and just wanted to be done. I started panicking wondering how on earth I was going to get through the rest of this pregnancy if I couldn't even handle events where I was mostly sitting.

The graduation got going, and once the speakers started talking, I started feeling a little better. The speakers at my brother's high school graduation were so much better than the one at my sister's college. The valedictorian just grabbed a guitar and started singing Les Mis and Hamilton and threw in quotes from Dr. King. One speaker dyed his hair bright blue. The ceremony itself went very quickly, and they gave each of the students blue flowers to throw up instead of their hats. It's crazy to see my little brother is all done with high school.


Sammy had to work on the Saturday of the Royal Wedding, and take some practice tests for the LSAT, so I had to entertain myself for most the day. I started by watching the Royal Wedding but I wasn't hardcore enough to wake up early for it. Sammy was bored at work so we were texting the whole time about how beautiful it was. He even said that we could get married again, something I ask him every time we go to a wedding. That's how beautiful this wedding was. I watched the Lifetime movie about Harry and Meghan later that day and loved it. That afternoon after being quiet for a few hours, I read a tweet about how hippos sometimes poop so much they kill all the nearby fish and started laughing so hard that I started crying.

I also went grocery shopping and was messing around with a roll of sausage while putting the groceries away. That night, I remembered the sausage and found it under the sink so I had to throw it out. It was a weird day.

Sammy and I made the best nachos. The baby absolutely loved them and kicked me for twenty minutes after eating them.


I was googling how to help exhaustion while pregnant, and this it what the website told me. Umm, I had to take a nap after putting clothes away before going to work. How am I supposed to just go on a simple hike in the woods?


Week 21 

Sammy and I went on a date one night to Chick-fil-A and it was funny, since I've been pregnant I don't really like the Chick-fil-A sauce as much as I used to. Now I'm all about that ranch. I've felt the baby get really active after eating food I find particularly delicious, so I was surprised when he didn't start wiggling like crazy after being treated to such luxury. When we got home we went for a walk around our apartments and watched a squirrel and a cat taunt each other in a tree. The cat was on the ground just staring up at the squirrel, wiggling its tail back and forth, and the squirrel was hissing like crazy. We love where we live and how many trees are around and just being able to go for short walks.

When we got back, I laid down on the couch, and the baby got the hiccups. It was so funny to watch my belly going up and down every few seconds, and Samm was able to feel. I felt bad for the baby since having the hiccups isn't the funnest, but it was entertaining for me.

I'm already planning the baby's Halloween costume and might just get to work on it now so I don't have to worry about that when he's a newborn and I'm exhausted.

We finally made it to the museum to see the Dead Sea Scrolls, and it was a really cool exhibit. They had pieces of the actual scrolls there, instead of just copies. The fragments are so delicate that they only keep a few out at a time and then rotate them out. There were a lot of other artifacts from ancient Jerusalem there as well. One thing I like about Sammy is that we both think pottery is a little boring, so we skipped those sections, instead checking out the coins, lamps, and other artifacts. We watched a movie about the scrolls and learned that when they were originally found, the men handling them covered them in scotch tape and gum, and smoked while they were handling them. They did immense damage with that, and one of the hardest parts of now preserving them is getting the tape off.

 I had just enough energy to walk through another exhibit on bioluminescene, filled with glowing fish and insects. I wished that we could stay longer, but I was wiped. When we got home Sammy and I took a nap on separate couches. He's been starting to have a few sympathetic pregnancy symptoms lately, mostly being exhausted all the time like me, and craving sweets more than he ever has. I woke up from my nap and he was just stirring so I went and sat by him, expecting him to wake up. Instead he hugged my leg and went back to sleep for another half hour. :)

We had the chance to have dinner with one of my oldest friends Britton and her boyfriend which was so much fun.  One of the biggest topics of discussion was how amazing Mr. Rogers was. It was great catching up and finding another couple that we click with, plus amazing fries and ice cream.

I've started having Braxton Hicks contractions, which has been interesting. I'm actually not sure how long I've been having them without noticing. It feels like my stomach tightens all the sudden and just stays like that. They don't hurt, but are just annoying. I try to always rest and drink water when they come on, but that isn't always possible.

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