About 8 weeks ago Jason and I started taking belly pics to document this pregnancy. I’m a little shocked I’ve passed halfway point and am well into my 22nd week. Here’s a look back on the last 2 months, along with some notes I wrote along the way.
After weeks of talking about doing belly photos we finally got around to snapping our first set. I swear my belly is bigger than it looks in that photo. Just ask my pants.
Supposedly some women can start to feel their babies move this week. I keep thinking I feel something, but it’s usually just my stomach grumbling for more food. This weeks random cravings included Cap’n Crunch cereal. Specifically with crunch berries. I’ve maybe had this cereal a handful of times in my life but suddenly they were the only thing that would do.
Baby is definitely getting bigger, but still doesn’t want to let its movements be known. My energy is returning slowly, and I’m making my way back to the gym occasionally . But boy do I like my couch. Jason and I refer to it as my “perch” and there is bound to be a Sara sized dent in the cushion by the time this baby is on the outside. Please ignore mama’s crazy Duiven eyes in this photo.
It’s a boy! Suddenly this shit just got real. I find myself spying on any boys I see in public wondering exactly how old they are and what my son will be like when he’s their age. My son. Wowza. It is a concept that I am still processing a bit. I’m realizing I was more mentally prepared for a girl even though I had the intuition to think that it was a boy before we found out. I am a girl! I had sisters! I have NO reference point for boys. I’m guessing we’ll have lots of toy trucks and dinosaurs and video games. Ohmygodpenis. Mostly I just can’t wait to meet him.
In the last week I’ve suddenly become very aware of this little person moving inside me. Jason even got to feel a kick (or jab or head butt or something) for the first time the other day. It was very exciting. I mostly don’t feel much until I settle in on the couch or in bed, but when I can pay attention to the rumblings it’s a lot of fun. Now that I have more energy I’m starting to enjoy this pregnancy thing a little bit. Even if my walk is becoming a waddle and I get winded while cleaning out my fridge.