Training day 6, house hunting, and FETAL MOVEMENT!

Thursday was training session #6. We did legs, ass, and abs. I'm convinced that my training is saving me from becoming a complete whale. On Saturday, before I headed to the gym I had Brian take a picture of me. We took the same picture in the same outfit at 11 weeks. On Saturday I was 17 weeks (and a few days) and the pictures are nearly identical. There's a bit more boob in the later one, and a tiny, tiny difference in the stomach. I fully believe that if it weren't for the gym I'd never be able to fit into my Lucky Jeans. So a big fat thank you to my trainer, Chris, and also to Barbie, who does her best to show up to the gym and support me, even though she absolutely hates to go :-)
And just so nobody is concerned, despite my size not increasing dramatically, I am gaining the required amount of weight to maintain a healthy pregnancy. The scale is creeping up slowly at the recommended pace, and no, I am not dieting. I'm eating 300 calories a day more than I used to, and that comes in the form of fruit, dairy, and CHOCOLATE!

On Friday evening, Brian and I went and drove some of the neighbourhoods we are considering moving to. We found quite a few that we liked and one that we absolutely fell in love with, but might be outside of our price range. Barbie is helping us sell our current house and buy a new one. We spent a long time this weekend cleaning out the closet in the master, the garage, and organizing the pantry so it looks bigger :-) I am donating 4 trash bags full of clothes and shoes to Goodwill. I can't believe how good it feels to purge all that baggage!

On Sunday morning, as I was laying on the couch watching the learning channel, as is my Sunday morning ritual, Nikki was laying on my stomach, and purring her little kitty head off, when I felt a weird feeling in my stomach. I thought it was gas. It felt kind of a cross between hunger and gas. Kind of like tiny bubbles, but it was persistent, not like gas. I realized that it was the kid moving around. After I recognized it, then it became more obvious and last night he must have been doing a happy dance in there while I was trying to sleep. I told him out loud to keep still but the kid doesn't listen to his mother. It was only when one of the cats laid on my stomach and purred that he stopped. I wonder if the kid can feel the vibrations or hear the purring?