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So. People are, I know, supposed to gain weight steadily through pregnancy. That is certainly the way it worked with my first two pregnancies. This one, however, seems to be going a little differently. I was worried my doctor would scold me, last appointment, but he seemed sanguine about it. I've lost 11 pounds since conceiving, and it is, I suspect, entirely due to my new gardening insanity, combined with lack of appetite because of, you know, pregnancy.

So, this weekend's gardening score:

* Thinned Wesley's garden. There are carrots and lettuce there, and he did the seeds himself, so they were, um, dense. I cleared that out.
* Planted more peas. I hate this task, so I am doing approximately four a week. It will stagger the harvest, right?
* Weeded a lot of the slope, and planted an azalea and a rhododendron. The rhododendron required unearthing a gigantic stone, which nearly defeated me. It was over a foot long and around 6 inches wide, though only 3 or 4 inches thick. It was heavy. And really embedded in the dirt. I really should get more topsoil to put down around it, since the hole is rather emptier than I intended.
* Watered everything.
* Planted an Earthbox garden kit with some tomatoes. I have no idea how the Earthbox will turn out. I am crossing my fingers.

I also went for a walk with the kids and spent some time just outside with them. I am getting more exercise per day on average now than I have since college. It is kind of cool. And gardening is awesome.