Watch out, boys!

Me: Hey, Husband, are you going to be scary when guys come to pick up your daughters for dates?

(Pause)

Husband: Well, that's not the right question, because my daughters won't be dating. EVER.

Me: Hahaha, be serious.

Husband: I AM BEING SERIOUS.

Is this baby made of chocolate?

Dear Baby,

You must take after Daddy, because your mom does NOT like chocolate this much! Please stop being such an enabler and making me think I need it. At this rate, you and I will be closer to 300 pounds than 200!

Love,
Mom

complaints and other such things.

I'm still freezing all the time. I'm starting to show, but the bump still hasn't passed the belly button mark so I still just look fat. I think I'm down to one pair of non-maternity jeans that I can wear without being uncomfortable (they were big in the stomach prior to pregnancy). With maternity jeans, I have to wear a belt. And it's on the third to last notch now (I think that means I've moved up 3-4 notches?) so 4 more inches and I'm screwed. I have to check out that Bella Band thing, but God I hate shopping.

I know the baby's sex (hooray) but Husband does not (boo!), nor does he want to (double boo!). I might burst from keeping it in. So although I might be using the proper pronouns in my head, I still can't say them out loud. I really hope the recent Pregnancy Brain that I've contracted doesn't make me slip. Speaking of which, is the baby eating my brain cells? I have no powers of concentration for important stuff! I mean, I can't even watch my normal TV shows in a comprehensible manner!

Baby is moving around a lot. Turns out I was feeling the baby back at my last post. I felt slight movement on the outside after a big meal on Sunday, too. I wonder, though, if it was easier for me to tell what it was because I could match it to the internal movements?

I am not afraid of labor. I am, however, terrified about being in 3rd trimester. The huge belly I've seen on some women looks REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE and awkward. Argh.

But, overall, still happy, excited, and thankful to be 20 weeks pregnant. :)

Cravings and thoughts.

Cravings:
- taffy apples (at first it was just plain apples)
- goldfish (the pepperidge farm kind!)
- sparkling cider
- pumpkin bread
- chopped salad (local Italian eatery has a reeeeeeeally good one)
- minestrone
- PB & J

Noticed:
1) Feet and hands are FREEZING! I am just generally colder than usual, weather aside. I have been sleeping in pants, socks, t-shirt, and fleece pullover. Not at all normal for me. Maybe this will stop now that I have convinced my husband to turn the heat on?
2) Old Navy's maternity clothes are HUGE. Not sure when I will fit into the tops and dresses, but the whole mail-order and return thing is a tad annoying. I have a feeling that dresses especially will be difficult for me while I'm pregnant... they're hard enough when I'm NOT pregnant!
3) Everyone's pregnant! Friends, family, friends of friends, strangers on the street. Every time I turn around there is another pregnant woman stalking me! This is good, though, because there are plenty of people to sympathize.
4) Hormones may or may not be making me into something of a hosebeast.
5) Feeling SOMETHING in my lower abdomen - could it be the baby?? Not sure yet. I also feel my abdominal pulse pretty much 24/7. Sort of bizarre.
6) Not drinking alcohol is not especially difficult, but it does make me much less motivated to go out. Being around drunk people and in bars feels awkward, even though I am not really showing yet.

Oh, and here's the countdown ticker:

You know you're an adult when...

your mom doesn't wail, attempt to ground you, or check your chastity belt when you tell her you're pregnant. I mean, honestly, I'm 27, I'm married, I don't live at home, but it was still bizarre to call my mom and say those fateful words, "Um, sooooooooooooooo, I-took-a-pregnancy-test-and-it-was-positive."

Today, I am 14 weeks and 1 day pregnant. I've known since about week 4.5. Aren't drugstore pregnancy tests amazing? I took two tests before the BFP (that's big fat positive, for anyone who hasn't been obsessively reading pregnancy bulletin boards over the last three months), both which were negative. Turns out I got pregnant about 3 weeks AFTER my "cycle" would suggest. So all that about allowing yourself 9-12 months after going off the pill? Lies. Dirty, dirty lies.

Nothing prepared me for seeing those two pink lines. As a girl, it is almost ingrained in you that TWO LINES ARE BAD. Even if you are pretty certain you are pregnant (my excessive peeing, nausea, lack of appetite, and exhaustion were all good indicators, as was that little voice saying "I'm pretty sure there's something alien in here") and even happy or hopeful for that outcome, it's still a shock to see that equal sign rotated 90 degrees. I'm pretty sure I cried.

But I got over that, and realized I wasn't just pregnant. I was happy about it. I commemorated that happiness by taking one artistic picture (or thirteen) of the test. So in case you're wondering what a positive test looks like, here you go.

(See? I told you! PANIC.)

And, in case you're wondering, my mom was happy to get that call.