I will mark this year not just as the year of my first pregnancy, but as the year that Winter never came. And I’m sort of fine with that. I like to think that this year is just Mother Nature apologizing for the last two years.
I am officially 16 weeks ‘gone’ now. My most exciting pregnancy update from this latest week- I felt the Baby kick! It’s about as early as you can usually feel these things, but it was definitely my little rider, and not intestinal bubbles. I think I smiled for about two hours after I first felt it. It’s nice. It’s like a reassurance that there’s really someone in there, and I’m not just putting on weight.
Speaking of putting on weight (which I will not harp on much during this blog, I promise), I’ve gained about five to seven pounds so far, and for someone as short as I am, that is a lot of weight. I feel it very keenly right now, since my frame is not used to carrying an extra five pounds. So I can’t imagine how I’ll feel in the 9th month. I already feel like I need a warning sign and accompanying safety car on the freeway, and I don’t really have an obvious baby bump yet. It just looks like I’ve taken up beer pong right now.
On a [somewhat] related note, it turns out pregnancy is contagious. I have no less than 11 friends/acquaintances who are also currently ‘in the family way’ (I’m enjoying finding all the euphemisms for this condition- there are a lot, and they are funny!), and it seems more are announcing every day. As I predicted several years ago, this is the baby-making season of my life.
Better now than in my mid 20’s. I remember myself in my mid-20’s. That would have been a disaster.
Today marks another monthly doctor appointment- one of the non-exciting ones where they take the vitals, ask how you’re feeling, and send you on your way with nothing to show for your time except the next appointment marked in your calendar. Fortunately for me, the next appointment is the Gender Revelation!!! Next time, I’ll be at 20 weeks, and they’ll try to see if I’m brewing a lead or a follow. Hopefully, Baby Changing Fruit will cooperate. Then the naming fun begins. (And no, I will not be posting the name on this blog. You’ll have to wait for a birth announcement.)
I don’t have a huge bump yet (it’s more of a pooch…and yes, pictures are forthcoming), but I’ve been reading stories online of how common it is for some pregnant women to have people just come up and touch their bulging bellies. Blows my mind. I think I would slap the hell out of anyone who invaded my personal space like that. So the idea that this might become a regular occurrence is scary to me. I’ve been looking for deterrents to this practice, something that will send a clear message that invasion of both my personal space and my bump shall not be tolerated. I’ve found some pretty good options so far: