I am so behind on documenting my pregnancy that I think my fetus is second hand embarrassed for me. I love reading other people's pregnancy posts complete with weekly bump shots, but I haven't really felt compelled to take many pictures yet. Being tall has helped me hide the pregnancy weight pretty well. Up until about a month ago my bump was non-existent. These days I look like I just ate a few too many cinnamon rolls over Conference weekend. It's definitely gotten to the "I can't zip up my pants anymore phase" but I just find things to be . . . kind of uninteresting in that realm. Or maybe super interesting if you are now thinking of cinnamon rolls. Mmmmmm.
As of Saturday, I am 23 weeks pregnant. 23 weeks. I know I'm still a lightweight in the pregnancy ring, but I feel like I have already learned so much over the past five and a half months! For instance, I have pretty much learned not to be a psycho. (Key words being "pretty much". I did happen to have a mini-meltdown a few hours ago over wanting a milkshake but not having ice cream.)
I get asked a lot "Do you have any names picked out?" and I always feel kind of stupid saying "No" but I'm really telling the truth. James and I have talked about it a good amount but neither of us feel super connected to any particular name right now. I keep saying a certain name in my head, but I don't want to share it until it's "the one". Which, knowing me, won't be until after the baby debuts. This probably sounds kind of bad, but I'm not really sure I want advice on names? Like, if I were to tell someone a name I like I would be super bummed out if I got a bad reaction to it. Ya know? I don't want opinions to ruin a name James and I think is perfect. But, like I said . . . we're not even to that point yet. We're calling the baby "Rumplestilkson" so far, so . . . we've got a bit of brainstorming to do still.
About a month ago I had my last ultrasound. I can't believe that the next time I seem my baby we'll be face to face. From our first ultra sound to our last ultrasound our baby turned from a dinosaur to rough sketch of an infant. I can only imagine the changes that will take place in the next few months.
The other day I felt a sincere ache to hold my babe. It was such a strange feeling, and I can't really describe it but my arms just felt like they were missing something. I know every mother probably feels this way about her child, but I just get the feeling that I'm carrying someone very special. It makes me tear up just to think about the beautiful life I'll get to bring into this world in 17 weeks. Maybe less! I can honestly say that I love being pregnant. I wake up every day feeling like I've accomplished something great. I've sustained a life. Sure, there are days when I get insecure about my changing body, but the reality of this miracle makes any stupid little hardship seem so mild in comparison
I feel like I should be doing things to prepare for my little chicken wing, but I don't know where to start! We just barely moved into a new home so I now know where the nursery is going to be and have a bunch of wonderful things from my amazing sister in law, but I know I need to be buying more of these baby essentials. Any tips on cribs, baby swings, changing tables, baby carriers, baby baths, and diapers would be super appreciated! Seriously. I don't have a clue.
I can't think of anything else interesting to write right now, and to be completely honest I'm sure this is only interesting to maybe my mom? But I guess it's high time I write something about this pregnancy because I couldn't be more thankful for it. So many more posts I need to write. Hopefully this week I'll put a dent in it!