How far along: 26 weeks… and one day. Apparently they moved my due date on me? I realize 24 hours make very little difference when a kid is like “ya, I’ll come out when I’m good and ready” but I still had to tell myself to breathe for a minute.
How big is baby: Green onion. Didn’t we already have this?
Best moment of the week: A co-worker stopped me in the hallway to ask how the pregnancy was going, and when I said my standard : “No major complaints” (which I’ve learned it an acceptable alternative to effervescing with joy), she said: “You look very comfortable being pregnant. I see you moving around without any pain or effort.” As I’m now obviously pregnant, I’ve been getting a lot more comments, most of them intended as compliments, but this was the first one that really made me feel special, like I was more than just a belly.
Food cravings: Fruit. Namely in wine. The next weekend we’re home, I’m attempting to make a non-alcoholic version
Symptoms: Weird dreams, focusing around guilt I know I don’t need to feel. Apparently I’m weirdly upset that we had to turn down an invitation to see my in-law’s new cabin this last weekend, because we had our last prenatal class. Not that I wanted to go this weekend, I just felt guilty that we couldn’t.
Gender: Boy. My nephew was super adorable this last weekend, so I wouldn’t mind a little him… so long as he looks less like my brother-in-law and more like my husband.
What I’m looking forward to: Getting new clothes. I’m down to 1 pair of shorts, which is, by far, nowhere near enough.
What I miss: Actual alone time. I would love just one hour where I could just step out of my body and feel “normal” without someone dancing on my bladder, or judo chopping me in the ribs.