Friday, August 19

almost 17 weeks...

photo by my husband, Nate Robinson

One of the perks of having a nonexistent torso is that your stomach "pops" a few weeks earlier than your taller, more torso-inclined, female species mates. 

One of the perks of having a window this big in your living room is... bam! Instant natural light studio in which your husband can take photos of you. 

I'm at the end of my 16th week and this week was the week my stomach went from "hey did you eat too much Mexican food last night?" to "I think that girl is pregnant, or she has a small tumor". Of course I don't generally parade around town in a skin tight American Apparel dress, but you get the idea. 

Apparently, the littlest one is the size of an avocado this week. And I hear rumors that my uterus is bigger than a grapefruit. And that is strange because grapefruits are friggin big. And it's weird to think that something grapefruit sized is now lodged somewhere between my pelvic bone and my belly button. I digress...

I've been extremely lucky so far, kissed by the pregnancy gods with the gift of no nausea or morning sickness, no food aversions, no dry heaving, etc. In my first trimester my biggest woe was fatigue. And while it was pretty intense (walking to the bathroom made me feel like I'd run a mile) I'll take that over puking any day. ANY DAY. Now-a-days the fatigue has worn off and has been replaced with an apparent inability to sleep an entire night without waking up 15 times for no reason. It's super fun. 

So far, all is good on the medical front. I'm right on track for every parameter and so is the littlest so we're all pretty proud of ourselves around these parts. It's just now (4 months in) starting to feel less like a dream and more like life. Even still though I'll find myself forgetting that I'm pregnant until something reminds me and then internally freaking out for a few seconds before I realize that this has been going on for a good 16 weeks now. Other things that freak me out: maternity clothing stores, people that call me "mommy", seeing mom groups full of screaming infants and toddlers, screaming infants and toddlers, all the products marketed to me now (there's actually a pillow called the "breast friend"), the strange muscle pangs I get if I sneeze too hard or stand up too quickly, the thought that by this time next year I'll have a 6 month old baby...

It's a lot to wrap one's hormone flooded head around. Here's to another successful week!

Also, to see our big gender announcement, go here

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