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About the Belly

I’m writing this post to satisfy the requests of some of my far away readers. This hasn’t been one of those typical pregnancy blogs where I give updates about the pregnancy, weight gains, foods craved, symptoms experienced and, the ever so anticipated belly shots. So fine! You win… here’s some über personal information and a hell of a lot of skin!

This is a little 22.5wks collage I made for you:

Yup. I’m horrified. I can’t see my feet or my lady parts anymore. Everyone has their opinion. The comments run the gamut from “Oh what a cute little baby belly” to “Oh my goodness, you’re HUGE”! Remember back when I said I look like a whale with a moustache? That’s still how I feel, but I am always comforted when people say the contrary. Well, it is what it is, whatever it is.

Here are some weekly photos so you can see how baby H has been growing! He’s like a little weed…

7 Weeks

13 Weeks

15 Weeks

18 Weeks

Here’s my 22wk (almost 23 now! I’ve been composing this for 3 days) über personal list of things that are happening to my body:

Weight gain: 10 lbs (although I think it’s more because I’m pretty sure I gained at least 5 before my first midwife appointment at 7 weeks).

Cravings: Ice cream… I SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM! But only Haagen-Dazs Cookie Dough Dynamo or Caramel Cone Explosion… none of this generic crap. Oh. And Oreo ice cream sandwiches. And Mrs. Whyte’s pickles (NO OTHER BRAND IS GOOD ENOUGH!). Yup, typical. Pickles and ice cream, but not together!

Symptoms:

1. Charley horses galore in both legs! The first time it happened it was just in my left leg. I was at my mother’s and I woke up screaming and she came running because I think she was worried something was horribly wrong. The second time was my right leg and I took it much better and suffered in silence. The third time happened in my sleep again, and this time in both legs at once. Here is my rendering of the event:

ME: “STRING OF EXPLICATIVES, MOSTLY BEGINNING WITH THE LETTERS F and S”

J: Waking up, sleepily, “What’s wrong?”

ME: “CHARLEY HORSE! CHARLEY HORSE!”

J: “Point your toes”

ME: “WRONG WAY! WRONG WAY!” (you’re supposed to pull your toes towards your knees, fyi)

J: “Do you want to walk it off?”

ME: “NO! I DON’T WANT TO WALK IT OFF! I WANT TO DIE! I JUST WANT TO DIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!”

J: Goes back to sleep.

Apparently I have a flair for the dramatic. Oh, and I lied. J did massage my calves before passing out again (how sweet of him at 5 on a Sunday morning!).

2. Pregnancy brain: I suspect that, like me, many ladies have pretty panties that they just don’t risk wearing around that time of the month. Well, the other day I put on a pair and then thought to myself, “Oh wait. Do I want to wear these? I haven’t had my period in awhile. Shouldn’t I be getting it any minute?” Oh… yeah…

I also forgot where I was driving to three times while on the way there the other night. It’s maddening.

3. It’s not just the belly that’s growing. My feet are a size bigger and my rings are getting quite tight. Wow.

4. Emotional much? I cried because I saw a funeral procession today.

5. Heartburn! Ew. I’m eating Tums like they’re going out of style (but not above the recommended dose for pregnant ladies, don’t worry. I’m super paranoid about what I put in my body when it comes to medication).

Really truly, the 2nd trimester is wonderful. Finding out baby H is a boy has changed so much for us. I know some people really want the surprise, but we are just so in love with the thought of a little boy. I talk to him every day. I wonder what he will be like, what he’ll look like -if he’ll look like my family or just like his daddy (who was an adorable, mischievous looking child, btw). I dream about what it will feel like to finally hold him in my arms… and if I’m feeling sappy enough, I cry about it! I can’t believe there’s a little life in there, even though I feel him every day, some more than others. Yesterday I had my computer leaning against my legs and it slid down so a corner of it was pressing in on my belly. He kicked it! And I mean kicked it. It moved.

This is getting too emotional. I have to go now. Or I will cry.

P.S. J is mad about the pic I posted the other day representing his parenting style. He says I’m not funny. I disagree. I think I’m hilarious.

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Halfway There (Or, OMG, 20 More Weeks of THIS!?)

Today I have officially been pregnant for 20 weeks, which is technically the halfway mark (although I could easily have reached that point last week or the week before, or will reach it in the next week or two. Who knows?). To be honest, these may have been the most difficult 20 weeks of my life and I’m balking at the prospect of 20 more such weeks. It might not be so bad if there was nothing else to do in life other than be pregnant and I could just lie in bed all day, occasionally making my way to the bathroom to puke. Instead, life carries on as normal and very few people seem to notice or care than I’m pregnant (what do you mean I still have to pay my bills and write my thesis… didn’t you notice I’m growing another human being here? What!? You mean I can’t shirk all previously made commitments and responsibilities? Ah, cruel cruel world…).

Seriously, being pregnant is hard work. Not that I didn’t think it would be, but I don’t think anyone could have prepared me for what morning sickness actually feels like. I imagine that it’s somewhat like seasickness, but you never get relief from actually caving in to the urge. Constant queasiness. It’s great now that it’s gone, but there are still other problems. For example, if I get a migraine I can’t treat it because Advil is a no-no, especially the strength I need in order to get rid of the pain. I pretty much also lost all sight of my ankles during the heatwave we experienced here in Toronto over the past three days. Standing up was a serious challenge. I felt huffy and puffy and altogether gross. Just brushing my hair was a challenge because I thought, “What’s the point? I already look like a whale with a moustache.” Seriously, if the aesthetician asks me one more time if I want my lip waxed because, and I quote, “A beautiful girl like you should not have a moustache,” imma slap a bitch. I am, however, developing a treasure trail that rivals my boyfriend’s. I did not see that one coming. According to my wonderful midwife that is because of the baby and it will fall out after the birth. She told me not to worry, that I am glowing and beautiful. I think I’m going to stick with that assessment. I have added this pic -> so you can all admire my bump and glow. I also added it to prove that I do, in fact, not have a moustache (and no, I never give in to the aesthetician’s desire to wax… although I might let her at my belly one of these days). In addition to the bump and glow, the girls have gone up two sizes. I’m afraid to see where that story will end!

On the bright side, J and I found out on Monday that we’re having a baby boy!  (This explains the treasure trail. Damn testosterone.)

I cried a lot of happy tears when the tech told us. Not that I wouldn’t have had he been a girl instead, but I just can’t describe how it actually changed the way I thought about the baby. He suddenly wasn’t just “the baby” anymore, no longer “it”, but “he”. And he has a name! I won’t tell you, but I’ll give you the first and middle initials. It would be entertaining to hear your guesses if you’d like to leave them in the comment section. Please oh please play my game? The initials are H.W. . If you know because I have told you please don’t give it away! Only genuine guesses allowed!

My mom is very excited about her grandson. She already bought him more clothes than she bought me over my whole 28 years of existence! Also, freaky intuitive mama that she is, she was buying boy stuff long before we had confirmation. How the heck did she know!? Some of my favourite items include a pair of T-Rex Robeez slippers, a camo sleeper and a construction themed onsie so that he can be just like his daddy (I just pictured J wearing this… I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry).

Anyways, 20 weeks down, 20 to go… I can’t wait to meet my little man! It’ll all be worth it. I know it.