Wednesday, September 14

C and Me | 20 week update

We are 20 weeks now. The halfway point. It's all downhill from here. Baby C is about as long as a banana now which is the first fruit that he's been likened to that actually seems big to me. I'm also having a really hard time not sharing his name. Nate has already slipped up twice but no one noticed, thankfully. We'll see how that all goes. We kept him a secret for a long time (like 14 weeks or something crazy) so we may have reached our secret keeping threshold. Especially since we both LOVE his name so much. It's hard not to tell everyone and bask in the "Ohmigosh that name is ahhhhmazing"s. At least that's how I envision the whole scenario going.

This last month my belly has, how you say, popped. And by popped I'd like to say exploded. I'm actually a bit concerned that small objects nearby are going to start orbiting me. Although I will say that I'm happy that I look pregnant now (hopefully?). I also am down to just 3 articles of clothing that fit me. I'm trying to hold off buying anything till the weather cools down and I can buy cute fall-ish pieces. We bought a cinnamon broom at the store the other day so it smells like fall inside, it just doesn't feel like fall outside.

In other news, I've got an idea for C's room that I'm kind of excited about. It's going to require a pretty bold paint commitment but I think it's got promise. I've been waffling back and forth on a few ideas and I can't seem to settle on one but this one really resonates with me. It's going to have to do with the night sky. And I'm hoping I can find a way to pull it all together because it's an idea that is very special to me.

I've also decided I need to kick my fitness into high gear. Or at least, a higher gear than minimal... which is the gear I've been on since it's been as hot as the FACE OF THE SUN outside. But I've been feeling guilty about it so I'm going to have to come up with some sort of program to stick to beyond just doing yoga and crunches on the floor. If only I could find my shoes.

And luckily, I'm in no danger currently and this desire is purely my own. As of my last appointment I've gained 15 pounds in the last 20 weeks which is, quite perfectly, right on track according to my midwives. But I do want to be careful because my mom gained a lot of weight and had a hard time getting it off afterward and I want to avoid that headache as much as possible. I'm supposed to gain a half a pound a week for the rest of my pregnancy which would put me at a total weight gain of just around 25 pounds which is completely manageable in my mind and a good and healthy goal.

This Friday we have our big ultrasound. Keep your fingers crossed for us that everything looks good.



Tuesday, September 6

19 weeks and counting


19 weeks

Dress by: American Apparel
Scarf: vintage passed down from my grandma
Photo by: Nate Robinson (my man)

This was the first week that I felt really big. This is also the week that clothes I already own no longer fit. So I went to the mall to find some new tops and I figured I could still fit into normal clothes if I just bought the next size up (or two) but no dice. Apparently they don't cut "normal" clothes to be tight on the top and REALLY BAGGY on the bottom. Go figure. 

So I did it. I bought maternity clothes. And then I told Nate he's not allowed to tell people that I bought maternity clothes because hearing him say the words on the phone made my stomach lurch. But the dress I got was all kinds of cute so I guess I can't complain all that much. Except to say that now I only have 1 dress, 1 pair of pants, and 1 shirt that fit me. So pretty much you're going to see me in the same 2 outfits for the next 9 months. ;)

One of the "perks" (HA) of having the shortest torso known to man is that the baby has no where to go but out so this week I think I "popped" as they say. Still though, random strangers don't seem to realize I'm pregnant and I'm left pondering whether they really think I'm that fat just-right-here. Or that I have a strangely baby-shaped tumor in my stomach. I guess everyone has just been so frightened into never assuming a women is pregnant that I physically need to be in labor before someone will help me carry a heavy box. 

Nothing big (ha, oh the puns) to report this week. Except my expanding equator. Oh! Except that the name we're trying to keep secret? Nate totally blurted it out at dinner last night in front of 4 people who were luckily not paying enough attention to him in that moment to notice. Crisis averted. I'm not sure if we're gonna make it without accidentally letting it slip. It's so hard because we've started referring to the baby by name at home (partially to try it on for size, partially to make the whole thing more real) and so it's a bit difficult to remember to revert back to "the baby" in front of friends. Oh, the first world problems we have around here. 

I'm really excited for our next appointment on Monday so I can hear his heartbeat again. Since I can't quite feel him yet it all starts to get a bit surreal and hearing the heartbeat brings it all back around again. (Ah yes, there's a living, beating person in there.) We also have our 2nd trimester sonogram coming up where they take a bunch of measurements to make sure everything is on track and I'm excited to see him again. 

So, that's my check-in, if you were curious. Happy Tuesday friends!


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