Belly Photo: Week 19

Babies are the size of mangoes (6" long, 0.5 lbs)

Oh Sweet Jesus!

Best parts of being pregnant, so far:

1. no more sucking in my stomach when I'm standing around people.  
2. maternity pants!!  holy crap - I think I'll wear these for the rest of my life.

And combine those two - sweet Jesus!  Best part of being pregnant so far!

Belly Photo: Week 18

Babies are the size of sweet potatoes (5.5" long, 5 oz)

Lava Lamp

Well, it's official, I've felt the babies move.  It finally dawned on me a few days ago that the rumblings I'd been attributing to gas were actually baby movements.

I kind of feel like a lava lamp - the amniotic fluid is the liquid in the lava lamp and the babies are the lava bubbles.

Following G-ma's tradition, I put up the Christmas tree the Friday after Thanksgiving.  And to get into the holiday spirit, I popped in "Die Hard 2."  

Belly Photo: Week 17

I'm holding a turnip because the pregnancy books and websites use fruits and vegetables to explain the baby's size each week.  This week they're the size of turnips - approximately 5" long and weigh 5 oz.  

Personally, I think the books use the world's smallest vegetables and fruits because the turnip I'm holding in my hand is 10 oz.  So technically, the cubs weigh the same as 1 turnip. 

Hormones

I’d heard the stories – friends bawling at a Kleenex commercial or breaking down looking at baby clothes.  Hormones, they said.  Don’t worry, they laughed, it’ll happen to you too.  So, I was prepared for water works.  I wasn’t prepared for what’s actually happening. 

Annoyance.  Anger.  Irritation.

I’ve always had a pretty low tolerance for bs.  I’ve never suffered fools.  And I can’t stand incompetence.

Now, normally this hasn't been a problem, because I’ve tried to do a good job of being as neutral as possible (friendly, even) when I’ve come across people who irritate and annoy me.  Well, not anymore.  I’m not saying I’m mean or rude, I’ve just noticed that the mask I’ve been able to put up to block my disdain, annoyance and exasperation is on its way to completely disappearing. 

In short – I’m starting to act more and more like my brother. 

Huh.