Baby Belly

Well, we have officially surpassed the halfway point. We made it past the 20 week mark. The feeling has officially changed from, "I can't believe I am ALREADY (fill-in-the-blank with a number under 20) weeks along!" To now, "I can't believe I am ONLY 24 weeks along." It doesn't help that this ticker up top tells me I have hundreds of days to go. We've had the official ultrasound. It was 6 weeks ago. And yes, we are still waiting to find out the sex of the baby until the "birth"day. So there will be no official announcement posted here or on facebook regarding the baby's sex....until it arrives. And speaking of it, I am totally okay with referring to this child as an it. For now. I try to be politically correct, or appropriate...whatever you want to call it. But any time I say, "he" or "she," people get all worked up in a frenzy that I have just officially predicted the sex of my baby. And let's face it, it is better than he-she.

I have been feeling good. As good as can be expected. I am not one of those pregnant super moms who thinks everything is great, and life couldn't be better. But I don't HATE being pregnant. I hate being fat. I get it. I'm not fat. I'm pregnant. But lets be realistic here women get fatter, besides just the belly, when they are pregnant. Or at least I do. My newest favorite article of clothing is Eric's jeans. They are like the perfect pair of boyfriend baggy jeans. And they fit well. But I can see it in his eyes. I'd be angry too if he was trying to wear my clothes. Around our house, clothing (particularly for adults) is a hot commodity. Nice ones, especially, are few and far between. We just are not clothes horses and rarely if ever buy ourselves new clothes. And as I now reread the first sentence of this paragraph, I want to define "feeling good." I spent 3 hours at the urgent care last Thursday hoping to get some antibiotics for my ear infections. In addition to that, I also got an earful (no pun intended) about the wax buildup in my ears. They tried to flush the wax out but after several attempts, several tears, and me answering every, "How you doing?" question with, "I feel like I'm being tortured," they finally sent me home with even more painful and now stuffy ears. I was prescribed drops to help loosen the wax along with hydrogen peroxide. The stuffiness had come and gone all last week while I was on spring break, and now that I am again busy with school and work this week, I am officially hearing impaired. It s so frustrating, I could just cry.

Meanwhile, life is just moving right along. We have done nothing to prepare for this baby beyond buying a package of diapers here and again. My semester at school is officially half way over...only 8 weeks left. And the boys are getting ready for their spring break next week. They have planned a fun-filled week full of time at home with each other. And on the brighter side of pregnancy, the baby is moving ALL OF THE TIME! Except when Eric tries to feel it.


Two more weeks until my next doctor appointment and the oh so fun glucose test. She be a good time, so stay tuned.

*Footnote: Whenever speaking of my pregnancy and referring to "we" being 24 weeks and passing the halfway point.... I totally mean ME. I am the one carrying this part of the team. I'm the one that can't breath. I'm the one who wakes to pee twice a night. I'm the one that can't sleep on my tummy. I'm the one that can't sleep soundly after a few cocktails. Heck, I can't even drink a cocktail! I'm the one getting fat, getting acne, and wearing compression stockings and long pants in the desert. So let's hear it for me! :)

And I should mention that my boys are all taking very good care of me including breakfast in bed every weekend.