21 weeks

I’m officially 21 weeks today.  That means I’m over halfway to baby (even if he decides to come a little late).

The only really newsworthy thing that happened this week is that P can now feel the baby move when he’s really going nuts (which is pretty often).  I’ve offered to let other people feel but he seems to find that a convenient time to nap or chill out or whatever he’s doing inside my belly, so the only other person who has experienced his mad ninja skills is my midwifey friend who was trying to listen to him with my fetoscope the other day and instead got a bunch of kicks.

Here’s the last few weeks for comparison…

19 weeks

20 weeks

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And here’s my picture from this morning (apparently it’s not as sunny today as it’s been the last few weeks!):

More belly, right?  I had a pretty intense braxton hicks (“practice”) contraction this morning, and for a bit afterward my belly was very, very pointy.  I think it was looking a little less extreme by the time I took this picture.

And because I feel like all my pregnancy pictures thus far have been all dark and kind of sad looking, here’s a totally random, but still sucky picture of what I wore today where you can also see belly (and my new favorite American Apparel skirt).  P promised to help take pictures of the belly and at some point he’s going to need to get on it because these self-timer pictures only go so far.

Yay belly!

Hatch

Sorry for the suspense folks…  I just did my first two back to back 12.5 hour shifts in my Med-Surg rotation so I literally hadn’t seen the light of day from Wednesday until this morning.

The contents of this belly (which I’m really enjoying taking pictures of now that it’s affecting my downward view)…

Are 100% boy.  We all knew it, right?  His name (or at least what we think his name will be) is a secret until we decide it isn’t, but for now he’s Hatch.  Hatch like the New Mexico chilies.  Because there’s nothing like calling your kid a name that has to do with his place of conception to embarrass him later on in life.

I have to admit that I’m a little freaked out by being a mama to a boy.  Growing up with two sisters, I always had it in my head that I’d have girls.  Boys (in my limited experience with them) grow up and never call their moms ever again.  Is it possible to raise a son who is somewhere between total mama’s boy and my dad/husband/every adult male I can think of?

I’ve already had some reassurance from friends who have sons, but if anyone wants to throw out any other success stories (or husbands who speak to their mom’s as adults), I’d love to hear them.

And on a lighter note, I bought some cute fabrics (along with some terry cloth) to make baby things like bibs and burp cloths and maybe a baby shirt I can actually force myself to follow a pattern.

What’s in there?

Waiting for my ultrasound! Hopefully this will be the last ultrasound necessary this pregnancy. The waiting makes me super nervous when generally speaking I feel like everything is a-okay.

20 weeks

I’m 20 weeks today!  My belly is still pretty forgettable to everyone else, but increasingly obvious to me.  It’s insanely weird to think that there is a person living in me that is currently as large as a banana (at least according to the random fruit to baby comparison iPhone app). We have our second trimester ultrasound tomorrow, which is both scary (making sure that baby has all its parts in the right place), and exciting since we get to (fingers crossed) find out the gender.  I’ll let people know how that turns out sometime over the weekend, since we have it late tomorrow evening and I have to be up at 4am on Thursday.