So, I’m 20 weeks pregnant now. Halfway from here to there. Usually, being halfway there is a big motivator for me, like with road trips, tests, Mondays, etc. Pregnancy brings a bit of the pessimist out of me. “You mean I’m only halfway there?!” But, exciting times anyway. I think I’m just getting antsy because now I know I have another little man on the way, and I want to meet him as soon as possible.
As you saw from my last post, I’ve had the 2nd trimester ultrasound, and things look great. We’ve got a happy, healthy, ACTIVE baby boy coming at us this fall.
This ultrasound was a gigantic leap for me as far as feeling comfortable with this pregnancy and getting some confidence that things are ok. The ultrasound technician kept saying how great things were looking. And during the ultrasound, baby turned his face right to the screen and yawned. Our hearts very nearly exploded. I’m feeling so much better now, not completely free of anxiety but definitely better than I was.
I’m also starting to get that “house” feeling of pregnancy. As in, “I’m as big as a”. I know I’m really not that big (yet) but I don’t remember feeling so big with Bowie. This time around, I seem to just keep growing, and growing and GROWING. Here’s my 20 week pic:
They are not kidding about being bigger with subsequent pregnancies. Here is me at about the same point in my pregnancy with Bowie:
Wowza. But, even though I feel huge and I’ve started waddling already, I bear the belly with a lot of pride. I feel like I’m more confident with my body, somehow.
And, now my “with child” state is more obvious to the general public. Which is nice, no more sideways glances from people assuming it’s more a case of “fries with that”. But, I forgot about all the questions! My goodness! (I’m talking about strangers here. If we’re acquainted in the slightest, I really don’t mind. But, standing in line together at Target does not make us “acquainted”.) Is it your first? How far along are you? Is it a boy or a girl? Where are you having him? Will you have an epidural? Was he planned? These questions might not bother everyone, but I’m kind of a private person, and sometimes just don’t want to answer. And it doesn’t help that no matter the question, no matter your answer, unsolicited advice is sure to follow. And unsolicited advice, especially bad or judgmental unsolicited advice, is a bit of a pet peeve of mine.
And the touching. Come on people. If we’re friends or family, rub the tummy, rub away. But, if we’ve never laid eyes on each other before, I beg of you, keep your hands to yourself. I’m uncomfortable when a stranger touches my ARM. I’ve read articles suggesting I should just relax and not get so uppity about it, but it’s a stranger. Touching me. Pregnancy doesn’t erase one’s sense of personal space.
Okay, pregnancy griping over. I must be hungry (again). Halfway there. Whew. Here’s hoping for a very quick next 20 weeks.