Okay, so we skipped last week after your pitiful lack of comments which means my ego has only now recovered in time to do a 22 week post. But seriously, I’ve been insanely busy here and there and everywhere, but it’s been good. Time has been flying.
But I almost wish it wouldn’t because it’s pretty great time pregnancy-wise. I feel fabulous. I have a noticeable baby belly that would be difficult to confuse with a spare tire. OH! And you should see my rack. There are only two words: Anime. Boobs.
The baby is wiggly all the time now, and will even show off for friends and family. Except mom. Despite the layers of skin, fat, placenta, and fluid, her hands are still too cold. The boy is getting tall–he’s as long as a spaghetti squash or a papaya (?) but only weighs a pound. EES SO WEETLE!
So the only downside to this particular time in pregnancy is that I can go from full to starving in an instant. It’s unlike any hunger I’ve ever felt before. It’s gnawing and immediate and unforgiving and all-consuming. When it hits, my mental functioning ceases until you put something in me.
I’ve been asked whether I’ve had any weird pregnancy cravings, and the answer is still no. I like the same awesome foods I liked before pregnancy. I have particularly enjoyed sweet eggy breakfast foods like german pancakes, french toast, and the like. I guess one specific craving I have had was for the Schwan’s French Toast Sticks I used to eat when I was a kid. But aparently this craving is not unusual to pregnancy in any way–when I mentioned it to my sisters, they were just as fixated upon procuring some as I was. They cost less than I thought they did: order some HERE: http://www.schwans.com/products/productdetail.aspx?id=61235.
I am also a little more prone to be cranky and hormonal. I spent the first trimester feeling so wretched that I didn’t have much time to be bitchy. Now I’m travelling and working and interacting with so many people each day, it’s inevitable that one of them will piss me off. I’m typically able to see that I’m being irrational (no really), but the following things will incur my remorseless pregnant wrath:
–Touching my belly without asking. I think in general, even when not pregnant, I give off a major “don’t fuck with me” vibe, so this hasn’t been much of a problem. But just in case it ever becomes one, I’m giving fair warning that I cannot be held responsible for what might follow.
–Know-it-alls. People who know everything are bad. But in pregnancy? Intolerable. Particularly when a male wants to tell me what is (or what he thinks SHOULD be) happening in my body. Unless you have the letters, “OB-GYN” after your name, consider the letters, “STFU” to be there instead, kay?
–Doomsday Prophets. The people who follow any innocuous comment I make related to pregnancy or children or work or really anything with “Just you wait” and a sickening frown-smile.
“Oh, you think being a lawyer is hard, well JUST YOU WAIT until you’re a MOM and your kid is pooping quarters and smearing boogers on the wall!”
“Oh your back hurts, well JUST YOU WAIT until next month, and you’ll be PRAYING to have a backache like the one you’re having now.”
“Oh you’re going out for a nice evening with your husband? WELL SAY GOODBYE TO THOSE DAYS because you’ll never have any fun or sleep or sex ever again!”
“Oh you think that feeling your baby wiggle inside you is the most magical thing you’ve ever felt and it brings tears to your eyes to think how lucky you are that you get to feel that? WELL JUST WAIT UNTIL HE’S BRUISING YOUR RIBS AND TEARING YOUR BODY INSIDE OUT!”
Anyway, what’s up with you guys?