30 rock: Can I even call this a weekly check-up

Move that body: Completely not arduous 2-mile walk with Denali

“Well it doesn’t look like you’ve gotten too fat.”

Yeah, I forgot to include that one in the roundup of the Great Move quotes I posted earlier but, oh, it was said. Said by Mark’s lovely aunt on Saturday after she stopped by unannounced with her 500-pound husband.

You might think I’m joking but I’m not.

She then covered her tracks by saying that I looked good (uh-huh) and reminded me that I need to eat (thanks for the update). Thankfully, I was so tired from the move that I failed to come back with something quick-witted like, “Your braid is ugly.”

Fern 1, pregnancy 0.

But at least I now get to say that I’m 7.5 months pregnant as today marks 30 weeks. Only 10 more to go. Three-quarters of the way there as my co-worker pointed out (I like him).

The rundown

Overall feelings: Good but more tired. I’m only uncomfortable when this kid sticks his ass in my ribs.

Sea monkey: He’s getting ridges in his brain and cool stuff like that.

Weight gain: Unknown (I think I’m on the high side of average or just over the recommended weight gain)

Cravings: None

Running: Still going strong. I even did “sprints” with Denali in the yard this evening. 

I’m very pleased that I’ve made it to 30 weeks, running-wise, even though I haven’t maintained the endurance like some of my fellow pregnant ladies, who inspire me every day. I now have my sights set on 32 weeks.