Well. It happened. The hormones have hit. I have spent MOST of my pregnancy feeling super even tempered and normal in terms of my emotions… and then I started crying over anything. For example, I went to pour Mr. A a beer (he’s a beer snob, prefers an icy cold mug for his beer) and I totally did it wonky and ended up with too much foam. Want to know what I did then? I cried of course! Because clearly this display was an indication of my lack of wifely aptitude. I am the worst wife ever!
I’m a real treat ya’ll.
Size of baby: 14 inches. A “hothouse” cucumber. A hothouse? WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? I am now picturing a cucumber that is stuck in a house without AC and is totally pissed about it.
Maternity Clothes: I got THE cutest maternity dress for a wedding last weekend. I love that it’s not made of jersey, and has some structure to it.
Gender: Little Man Baby
Movement: He learned how to kick AND punch at the same time. I woke up this morning to him, basically, jumping on the bed. My belly was on the bed and he was just bouncing around. He does NOT like to move on command though, something I expect to continue when he hit the outside world. Two people besides Mr. A have now felt him kick, which is cool.
Sleep: It was a good week! My body is starting to get bored with sleeping on one side though… so I am expecting my sleep happiness to steadily decline now.
What I miss: Sleeping through the night without waking up to pee constantly.
Cravings: Cereal. All I want to eat is cereal.
Symptoms: Nothing really! I get cramps sometimes on my mile walk to and from the office each day… but that’s not a huge deal.
What I’m looking forward to: We started planning my baby shower this week. It’s going to be OVER THE TOP fun. And I am putting my foot down and making sure there is a champagne bar. I was my shower to be full of laughing and silliness.