I’ve currently rolled over to 21 weeks, which I will refer to as the top of 21st now that I’m a baseball mom.
(I mean, teeball. And there are no innings in teeball…)
I’m thrilled to be past the halfway point, but the reality of all the unknowns briskly approaching are making me a little unsettled! With holidays thrown in this pregnancy, I know the latter half will fly by. Am I ready for the sleepless nights? Hauling a carrier everywhere in addition to two wiggly little boys? Are my other two going to adjust without issue? Do I need to rearrange rooms to create a baby girl nursery? When I consider these thoughts, I’m glad I still have until February!
I am, however, so antsy to meet this little girl.
Some bullet points I’d like to remember (or forget, maybe) about this baby girl pregnancy:
–I think The Lord knew I’d need to ache for this baby in order to survive this pregnancy! Ha I am nothing short of absolutely thrilled to be experiencing pregnancy, especially after a good while of praying for this baby. I like to think that made the past few months more bearable, but I’ve been frustrated with myself for STRUGGLING! I was sick with my boys, but I’ve never been sick like this. I’ve been conflicted with my nausea medication. It undeniably lessens the severity of nausea, but, as a trade off, I constantly feel foggy. It makes me forgetful, extra tired, and consequently irritable…but functioning.
The past four months have felt VERY similar to the time I mixed up DayQuil and NyQuil several years ago. Don’t worry– I avoid purchasing the joint packs now. If anyone else has accidentally popped a NyQuil at 10AM while needing to carry on with their normal, pressing responsibilities, you know the blurry, fighting-to-think feeling. Or, what, you haven’t done that?
Recent weeks have been lots of trial and error reconsidering medication, dosage, and trying some holistic methods. (I’m not really a “natural” person, but I AM a desperate person!)
Does sipping Coke all day count as holistic?
In the end, it’s not a big deal, but having two active kids and keeping a house afloat from the bathroom is rougher than I’d expected. Brian’s about burnt out picking up the slack, and we’re both ready for me to be ME again! In a larger version, of course.
–My house is a mess.
–I hate meat, especially chicken.
…but, I can do fish.
–Everything is suddenly spicy.
–I have heartburn every day. Tum’s new-ish “Smoothies” are not terrible.
–I suddenly hate avocado and tomato.
–I wouldn’t use the word “crave,” but the only food I’ve really enjoyed since July are apples, celery, and citrus. I splurge on Honeycrisp because I keep getting squishy apples when I veer off the Honeycrisp course. Squishy apples are the worst.
–I make myself carsick while driving. I feel like that’s similar to tickling yourself! How is that even real?
–Baby girl is still nameless, and for some reason, that makes people suspicious that we’re keeping it a secret.
–I’m carrying higher than I was with my boys. I clearly have a tummy, but am not quite in maternity pants yet; I’m not sure if that’s as awesome as it sounds. The alternative is wearing my own jeans that are obviously tighter than normal. Squishing a 22 week pregnant girl in normal jeans isn’t choice, but neither is constantly pulling up maternity jeans and having your bum fall out the back. I don’t know if my maternity jeans are stretched out from a previous pregnancy, I’ve been sick since July, my body is whack, or what, but it’s a confusing time. (Still, a tender, tender mercy for a pregnant girl whose first purchase was velvet maternity sweats).
–Fall weather in Las Vegas has been exquisite, and I don’t even use “exquisite” in my normal vocabulary. That’s the only word to adequately describe the manna from Heaven that are brilliant blue skies and cooler (for Vegas) weather…70s. Glorious. I’ve never been pregnant during this time of year, and THIS is where it’s AT!
–A wardrobe change is often required each time I sneeze. The combination of my current limited apparel options and the fact that I only get allergies while pregnant has made this fall problematic. Gus sang me a Daniel Tiger potty training song a few days ago. “If you have to go potty, STOP! and go right away. Wash, dry, and be on your way!” Maybe I shouldn’t tell you this, but if Gus spills my incontinence issues, I just would like to explain myself.
–This baby is on the move! This little girl has been fairly quiet inside until recently, and I’ve long awaited these wiggles! I absolutely LOVE the special time I have being the lone person who can sense her teeny movements when I lie down. It’s the utmost honor saved for a new mommy alone. Feeling my babies safe inside me during pregnancy could be my very, very, very favorite part of the whole nine month party.
–Thus far, I have escaped the very vivid, regularly occurring dreams of my teeth falling out that were common throughout my past two pregnancies. Ha! My teeth were always crumbling, loose, breaking off, disintegrating, or just gone. Weird, huh? I eventually Googled it, and, apparently, it’s one of the most common reoccurring dreams! Supposedly, it’s representative of anxiety or uncertainty about a change, or life transition.
Looks like my subconscious may not be as worried this time. 🙂