Pregnancy

22 weeks

Ah the joys of pregnancy. . . having an excuse to take a nap every chance you get, eating anything you want, little kicks and nudges from inside. It almost makes me forget the 60 trips to the bathroom a day, the fact that I wet my pants every time I sneeze, exhaustion even after a nap, and being more emotional than I've been since about age 15. And maternity pants. Oh how I loathe them. Nothing is more grumpifying than trying to do any common household task with a toddler that does not want you to be doing it. Except doing it while your pants are falling down. Thanks to a brainstorming session with my mom, however, we've come up with a brilliant solution and it only cost $6.44 and a trip to the old man section of WalMart.


If you wear them underneath your shirt and avoid spandex-like fabric, which I generally do, no one can even tell.

That being said, the pregnancy has really been fine. No morning sickness to speak of, just tired a lot, especially during the first trimester. We had a few tough times while Nate was in the hospital when I'd go too long without eating and get really sick, but I haven't tossed my cookies a single time, for which I'm very grateful. I've had brief love affairs with minestrone, Taco Bell, and anything that can be eaten with salsa, and have developed a more lasting relationship with chicken flavored Ramen Noodles. And as the our loft reflects, I've been nesting up a storm (more to come). So what's not to like about being pregnant? I love that it's becoming obvious that I'm expecting and not just fat. And tossing around baby names with Nate. And sneaking a peek at the little tiny clothes at WalMart. And we had our ultrasound today. The big one. That little rascal was going crazy through the whole thing! Nate got to see some kicking action going on. And during my favorite part, the feet, there were definitely hands down there too, grabbing those tiny toes.

front view of the face

little toes, my favorite part

from the side (head on the left)

Just before we left for our appointment, Addison apparently told Daddy that he wants a sister. And it looks like he's going to get his wish. Hooray for little bows and bracelets and beaded socks! We're having a girl!