Twenty weeks! Halfway! Though every single site I looked through today was quick to remind me that the baby could come a bit earlier, three weeks, say, and woah. What? You mean this thing isn't set on a timer?! It could come *gasp* before I'm ready?!?!
Cue the OCD insanity.
Can I say again how we haven't purchased a single thing?! NOT ONE. I've looked at things, have been searching for a crib (I have a specific look in mind and wouldn't you know, it's not exactly a common look. Of course.), looked for a car seat. Thought about bottles for a minute. And that's about it. I think I need some sort of Things To Buy list. Something I can check off. Because I know I'll be sitting there in the hospital and realize that ohmigoshendoftheworld, I didn't buy any baby nose suckers. I NEED BABY NOSE SUCKERS.
The baby this week is...well. It depends. Some sites are still measuring them crown to rump, and others have switched to the full on head to toes measurement. 11 inches or 6 1/2 inches, 10 1/2 ounces. Halfway there in length, and a long ways to go in weight (though hopefully not TOO long). As big as a butternut squash! Or a banana! Are those two even similar?! How big are the bananas they're looking at? Maybe I just tend to buy a big butternut squash. He's swallowing, sucking his thumb, covering his ears when things get a bit loud (really? That seems so...mature of him...), and swimming around.
Speaking of swimming around. I felt him move on Sunday! For the first time! He's alive! I was lying in bed after my shower half asleep and wrestling with myself to get up and get ready, when I felt it. A squirmy movement, the image that first popped into my head was that of a fish trying to squeeze in between my intestines. It was quick, but unmistakable, and later during church I felt a few little kicks, which I don't believe I would have noticed and recognized had I not felt the squirminess earlier. It was such an odd feeling and realization. Honestly, there really is a living human inside there. When you stop and think about it, it seems like something out of a freak alien movie. We grow our children inside of us. It seems so unnatural, yet natural is practically the definition of pregnancy and childbirth.
More swelling this week, and I had heartburn today for the first time. Yeah. Heartburn and indigestion! Commin' atcha! I think because I really popped out this week.
Can you tell which side I was lying on? Hmm? This was taken at 6 am, I've been getting up to walk to avoid the heat, and if you could see my eyes in this shot you'd think I hadn't slept for days. All bloodshot and puffy.
I also took this one so I could send it to my mom, I've been promising a belly shot (a covered belly shot) for a few days but kept forgetting. Shocker. Also, I take my belly shots in the morning which happens to be when my stomach is the smallest, so here's an idea of what it looks like at the end of the day. Post cherries (a new obsession) and gallons of water.
(Please forgive my non-matching shower curtain. It's been a year since we've moved in to this home and I've yet to find one wide enough to cover our tub. So we've got nice soothing cream and greens in the room, and a blue swirly shower curtain. Sigh.)
We also went to a mid-pregnancy class on Monday and Caleb came this time. He spent the entire time doodling on the handouts she'd given us, random comments, silly phrases, and his interpretation of her lecture. As in, the only thing he came home with was that I need to drink more, which hardly seems possible. I don't think he'd be satisfied unless I was hooked up to a constant IV drip. One night after he'd been badgering me to drink, I decided I would do as he asked, so long as he drank just as much as I did. And he agreed, but I haven't seen any results. Caleb? You're not doing NEARLY as much peeing as I am. I win.
Today we went to our favorite farmers market for dinner with Bridgette and Owen and I was holding him while in line to get Caleb's food, and this woman in front of me looked me up and down and said, "You sure had them close together, didn't you?" Luckily for her I don't tend to get offended easily, but it still shocked me a bit. I do look pregnant now, but that was a bold comment! What if it was lingering baby weight?! It could happen. When I informed her that he wasn't in fact mine (but I'd totally take him, he's such an adorable little boy) she said, "Oh, I thought you were just popping them out!"
Really smooth, woman. Really smooth.