I have a new washer. I am so pleased. I literally have not been this excited to do laundry since my mom told me if I really wanted I could put two dryer sheets in once in a while. (In retrospect, I don't think I ever did put two dryer sheets in. I just wanted to know if I could) The laundry machine is a Samsung and it plays this little tune that sounds like the ice cream man is coming. There have already been jokes about the ice cream man delivering our clean laundry. It is so big too. I used to have to separate a week's worth of Stephen's army uniforms, but now they all fit, with room to spare even. I haven't tried yet, but I'm fairly certain that I can fit our comforter in there without any problems, and that has been an issue with our last two washers. Our washer in Florida was too small and it flood the laundry room when I tried it, and our last one wouldn't even get the whole thing wet. I would eventually like to get the matching dryer, seeing as ours is loud, and old, and I'm not sure how to properly clean it out, but I am so happy with my washer that I really am not concerned right now.
I'm still not exactly sure how far along I am exactly, but in the last few days I think I may be able to feel the baby "taking over my tummy". I wake up in the morning, and while my stomach is still pretty normal, there's a firmness in my lower abdomen that wasn't there before unless I was flexing. Then again, maybe this is all just wishful thinking that I wouldn't feel so round without reason all the time. Usually when I've been eating indulgently, I start feeling it in my hips a bit more than anywhere else. But this is definitely in my stomach. I can still fit into jeans until it comes to buttoning them. Low slung jeans are still ok, but unfortunately I only have one pair that fit that description. Not that I wear jeans frequently, but I when I do, I prefer a higher, vintage-esque rise. I know this is only the tip of the iceburg, and now I see the beauty of those Bella-Band things. I will have to invest, or make one.
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