Apples & Elastic Waistbands: 15 Weeks
Week 15 in review:
Baby's size: apple (4 inches, 2 1/2 ounces)
Mommy's size: still feeling about the same as week 10. I was really nervous when I popped so soon, with this being my first child. Call it gas or water weight from the 150+ ounces of water I was drinking per day at the time, because growth has slowed way down since then.
Biggest cravings: lemons and popsicles. Yes, that's correct - my mother-in-law gave me a lemon to eat when I started to feel a cold coming on, and since then, they sound good all the time.
Gender prediction: if the ultrasound technician tells me that this baby is a girl, I will hit the floor. I just have this gut feeling that it's my little man in there - so much so that I've taken to calling it "him" and daydreaming constantly of plans for a boy's nursery. Eric, on the other hand, thinks it's a girl. I'm pretty sure he only says that to be difficult and because of the sweet satisfaction we receive from competing with each other. Either way, we're still working out baby names for both sides - just in case.
Best mommy moment: being told by my mother-in-law on Christmas that she's confident Eric and I will make great parents. It was the first time in this pregnancy that someone has told me I'll be a good mom, and it tasted so sweet. With my love language being words of affirmation, it means a lot to me to have something so meaningful spoken out loud. I may have cried when I mentioned it to my husband.
What I'm loving about being pregnant: wearing pants with an elastic waistband. I'm also loving my new-found second trimester energy. Christmas Eve and Christmas day I felt like I could go forever. Go figure, the one year I don't fall asleep at the 10:00 Christmas Eve service is the one year I actually have an excuse to.
Of all the things I love about being pregnant, the one that takes the cake is watching Eric become a daddy. I've heard time and time again that women are mothers from the time they learn they're pregnant, but that men don't tend to become fathers until they meet their child. Totally false with this man - he isn't shy about doling out the belly kisses and talking to the baby. For someone who's never been around babies and started off petrified of the idea of having kids, someone is wearing his daddy shoes awfully well.
What I'm not loving about being pregnant: only being able to wear pants with an elastic waistband.
Challenge for the week ahead: finding a new healthcare provider. I'm in the process of trying to find a CNM to handle the rest of my pregnancy, because my current doctor isn't cutting the mustard. I want someone that will go to bat for me and actually knows my name. My insurance covers one CNM in our area, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed that she's the one.
Overall emotion: love, love, love. I'm overwhelmed with love for someone I've never met.
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