Each week I think I’m big. But I keep getting bigger. Pregnancy updates!
The return of the energy! Up until this week I pretty much wanted to spit on any woman who told me how much they “loved” being pregnant (including my mom). I’ll be honest, I missed wine. And also margaritas, and bourbon, and sushi. Somehow though as my energy returned I started to care less about what I can’t have while pregnant and focus more on enjoying what I won’t have once this baby is on the outside. We probably won’t get to enjoy the carefree night life we did pre-baby until this kids future siblings go to college, so I’m enjoying the last few months of just us. The impromptu weeknight movie or dinner out. A quiet evening at home by myself. Long walks sans stroller. I’m also particularly enjoying the quiet moments I get where I can watch the seemingly alien movements under the surface of my skin.
I’m lucky to be sleeping well, but the pillow configuration it is taking to get me comfortable is a little intense. It also makes it awkward when I unknowingly adjust my position in the middle of the night. The other night I woke up to Jason asking me “what are you doing”. Apparently I was lying partially on my back, propped halfway up with pillows and one knee straight up in the air. The position caused him to assume I was awake. My reply was a hazy “I’m sleeping”. He’s agreed to just roll me the rest of the way over if that happens again.
Never the fan of constricting clothing, my pre-pregnancy wardrobe featured a fair amount of leggings and maxi dresses. I’m a little afraid of the spandex wasted jeans. You may notice in this photo that my husband failed to mention my underwear is showing. Since I can no longer see that portion of my body I’ve now developed the habit of checking a different panty line in the mirror before I leave the house. Some men just don’t understand.
The babies movements are becoming fierce. He knocks on my belly during the day as though to say “hi”. I knock back so he knows I’m listening. At night if I rest a book or ipad on the belly he seems to want to knock it over. It can be quiet comical, although I’m a little worried about what his feats of strength will become in the next 14 weeks. My belly button is also caught in a war between innie and and outie. I’m betting that it will pop sometime in my 27th week. Anyone want to start a pool?