Half way done. It feels like it took forever to get this far and I have to wait another 20 weeks to see the final product.
I am happy, on the other hand, to finally start showing. Well, at least in this picture I do. When I wear my hoodie or some of my other clothes I just look like a typical big girl.
The baby moves a lot. We call it "the Kid" which drives my mother crazy. She says I'm not pregnant with a goat. Aunt Emily calls it "the feti" which I happen to think is adorable. Her theory: if you have many mushrooms they're called fungus but if you have one mushroom its called a fungi. So if you're pregnant with multiples they should be referred to as fetus but one baby should be called a feti. That drives grandma crazy too. Sometimes you just have to laugh. Back to the Kid moving. I haven't experienced a lot of kicking. Nope, I get full body flips. The baby will bunch itself up into one little corner, usually right under my stomach and right lung and then stretch out diagonally. The movement feels like something you see in Olympic swimming when the swimmer gets to the end of the pool and does that twisty-flippy push-off thing to do another lap. I'm not sure what the move is called but that what this kid does. That, and it likes to River dance on my bladder. That's always fun.
Overall, I really have no complaints. This has been one of the easiest pregnancies I have ever heard of. It's uneventful is a great way. I never had morning sickness. I haven't had a cold or the flu yet. There are some days I feel more tired than the other, but that's to be expected. I've had no strange food cravings or food pairing. No bad reactions to foods or smells and I sleep comfortably through the night. As a matter of fact, I had the most sacrilegious thought of my entire life just the other day- this pregnancy has been so easy so far that I don't Mary had it this good with baby Jesus. I know, cringe worthy, but I hope it made you laugh.
Here's what will probably be our last picture of the Kid until we see him face to face.
