5 months and 4 pounds.

It's funny. I've been going so crazy lately I barely remember that I'm pregnant. Yep. 21 weeks so far. Well, okay, I remember that I'm pregnant, but it's not at the forefront of everything that I'm doing. Running after 2 kids, and having a life simply takes precedence. So, how do you think I felt when the today I was at the gym (yes, I've kept up the gym, boxing and squash so far)... and the scale told me that I was DOWN two pounds. WTF? DOWN? That's in addition to the 2 that I lost over the weekend. So, in all, this week I've LOST 4 pounds? And, if you've been playing along I've been happy that I've gained only 8-9 pounds during this whole thing so far. I seriously would not have believed it.

So, now the question is, what does this mean to the baby bopping inside me? Does this mean that it's eating away everything from me stashed away in those fat cells (go baby!), or have I been taking away something that should have been there? I've been feeling fine. Really, no complications at all to complain about (yes, I know women hate me).

On the up side, considering that I lost 30 pounds starting March 2006, my panic this morning to find something wear was averted. It's a warm 30C(86F) out there! Would you believe that last summer's "too big" clothes fit me? I don't know what possessed me to keep them, but with my ever widening belly this is a good thing. Yes, I'm cheap. I don't want to buy maternity clothes until I HAVE to! I hate those panel things! Ug!

Okay, that's it for me for now. I have a mid-wives appointment next week, so hopefully she won't get on my case that day.

Gots to go.
Rella