Back Home Again in Indiana
(Yes, I realize this is about 3 weeks late at this point, but I make the rules, and I say you pretend this is right on time.)
Time is passing at an alarming rate. In 3ish months (we’re pretending this is the past, remember?), we will have a tiny human to keep alive. This is the type of statement that makes me reach for the wine bottle. . .and immediately put it back down (in some aspects, time is standing still). So let’s talk second trimester, that “magical” time in pregnancy.
I have irrationally cried twice now. Once when Jesse “yelled” at me not to make a special trip to Kroger to get him coffee and once when I was hungry but couldn’t figure out what I wanted. I may have also started to work myself into a slight tizzy when I read the baby could theoretically be crying now and WHAT IF HE’S CRYING IN THERE AND I DON’T EVEN KNOW IT??? Sanity is reigning supreme over here.
I lied. I also cried after we toured the first daycare because I was not feeling it at. all. But we found one I’m okay with and got him signed up. It’s so weird that this kid’s not even here yet and I’m already offloading him.
The first day I realized I was hungry and not queasy was the most glorious day of my life. The return to my normal diet and impressive water intake has been nice, too. On a related note, I may never eat another pretzel ever again.
The bump really made its appearance around week 16, and by week 25, random street people were commenting. It always throws me off – I forget how obvious it is.
Prenatal yoga is 100% my jam. As are pedicures.
Buying maternity pants was the worst and best day of my life. It would have just been the best had I not attempted Old Navy first. I don’t know why I thought their maternity stuff wouldn’t be as terrible as their regular stuff. I left with nothing but a broken spirit.
I had to retire the wedges. It was a sad day for all of us. . .except my swollen feet.
The ultrasound was quite surreal. I’m still not convinced they weren’t showing stock footage, but Jesse says it was legit. I guess I should believe him if for no other reason than we have some still shots of him with his arms up by his head like he’s all stressed out, and I would expect nothing less from my kid.
Feeling this kid swimming around hasn’t been anything like I thought it would be. I thought I’d be all freaked out by it (and it is weird), but I kind of love it. That may change later when he turns into an MMA fighter, but for now I’ll gladly take the reassurance he’s still in there (I spent a lot of the first trimester thinking how dumb we were going to look when we had to tell everyone there wasn’t actually a baby in there after all).
The glucose test wasn’t as terrible as everyone makes it out to be. The worst part was feeling like I ate 20 boxes of donuts all day. But THANK YOU to everyone who told me it was the worst thing ever. Had you not overhyped it, it probably would have been the worst thing ever. I’d tell you to start in on labor now, but I’m nowhere near ready to leave my denial on that front.
Also, I know we keep saying “he”, but WE DON’T KNOW IF IT’S A BOY OR GIRL. The Chinese gender predictor, however, is calling for a boy so I’d go ahead and Sharpie that in.