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!
I was “prepared” for a good many things when Casey knocked me up. Sickness, soreness, getting fat growing a beautiful human being inside me. I figured I’d crave certain things and detest others, get a little hormonal (yup), and in general feel like a pretty big weirdo for a while, etc. etc. What I was not prepared for, however, is the insomnia. Well, not yet anyway. I obviously know that this tiny sleep dictator I’m growing in my belly will be calling all the shots when he/she makes an appearance in a few months. But I guess I just had it in my mind that in anticipation of those sleepless nights, I’d try to rack up as many bedtime points as possible now. And that’s so not the case. Because I totally gots the insomnias. As a person who really really loves her sleep, this little side affect has sucked balls.
The intial pass out is no problemo. Typically, you can find me in bed by approximately 9/10pm. This human hosting business is exhausting work so I’m usually a winner at falling asleep in about three minutes flat. But 2am rolls around and it seems the baby and I are all, heyyyyy time to get up, where’s the party at? At which point my brain goes into total overdrive and I started thinking about ALL the things. You know, like… what did I wear on Friday? Because my memory is shot these days and I have approximately 3 things that still fit and the last thing I want to do is wear the same thing on Monday that I wore on Friday. And… if I had to pick one kind of cheese to live off of for the rest of my life, what would it be? Assuming I’m not pregnant in this scenario of course because soft cheese is a hard contender. And… where did I put that one necklace that I bought at that one store that one time? And… I wonder if Casey is awake and maybe I should nudge him a bit to see if he is awake and feels like have a mid-night chat?….Nope, definitely not awake.
Oh, I get the big questions going through my head too. Like how in the h. am I going to birth this kid and then raise it to be happy and healthy and DEAR DIARY what are we going to name it!? But for the most part, my insomnia is enabled by the really stoopid questions. Which is just so not worth it. I’m pretty jealous of my dogs right now, one of which who is curled up between my knees and the other one who has so generously taken up residence on half of my new body pillow. And no, they are not the problem. They’ve been total bed hogs forever and it’s never really bothered me. Much.
I guess the only upside to this insomnia – except the fact that I get to answer ridiculous questions to myself – is that I have time to blog? About insomnia. Yayyyyy.
In other news, mi mama is currently sleeping (hopefully more successfully than I am) in our guest room and I’m dying with joy having her here. We’ve been having the best weekend ever talking about babies and bellies and Thai iced tea. Because yum. When she wakes up, I intend to ask her to stay in Portland until the baby arrives… and then maybe for the next 18 years after that. In fact, maybe I’ll start whispering it to her through the heat grates – sleep hypnosis-style. That wouldn’t be scary at all.