Weeks: 21. Which means the fetus is now of legal drinking age.
Baby is the size of: A pomegranate.
Weight gain: I have no idea – I’ve been scared to step on the scale since before my last doctor’s appointment. I can only assume I’ve gained 93 pounds in the last week because that’s how things seem to be going.
Cravings: The green sun chips phase has turned into something of a phenomenon – thanks in large part to our parents. I mentioned last week that Casey’s mom and dad brought me a bag when they came to visit. Then my dad and stepmom also heard my cry for help and sent me 3 BAGS in the mail. That totals 4 bags of green sun chips in about a week and a half, all of which may or may not be gone already, but that’s not the point. The point is, parents: you guys are the coolest. The baby and I thank you for keeping the spirit of french onion alive in Portland.
Sleep: I had no insomnia nights last week! Not a single one. Might be a fluke, or maybe the insomnia phase has passed? Let us all knock on several pieces of wood in hopes that I haven’t jinxed myself.
Movement: The baby’s been moving around about the same amount as it was last week. Although it does seem to have shifted positions and taken up permanent residence on my bladder in the last few days. I actually imagine that my bladder is like the bean bag chair of my baby house… and the kid is just lounging on it. And probably sipping a limeade and reading What to Expect When You’re a Fetus. Meanwhile, I’m trying not to pee my pants.
Symptoms: Is yelling at your husband at Home Depot a symptom? No reason, just curious. (see also: bless Casey’s heart.)
Missing: SUSHI. I daydream about running into a sushi restaurant, jumping and sliding over the glass of the sushi bar (because I’m the definition of stealth right now), grabbing a giant slab of raw salmon in one hand and a bottle of soy sauce in the other, and then running back outside to eat it by the curb like a homeless person.
Happenings: I bit into a cherry tomato today and dribbled tomato seeds on my shirt. Directly over my right boob. An hour later, I accidentally swiped red pen across my left boob. This has nothing to do with being pregnant (except that my boobs are huge) but it did remind me to put some bibs on our baby registry. For myself.
Shawnna + Baby T, signing off.
P.S. Thanks to you lovely people who have sent me such kind words about this here blog. And bless all your hearts for continuing to read my dumb words. High-fives and salmon rolls for everyone!