20 Weeks: What I Know Now

- All my pants shrunk
- The popular ‘Kids Meal’ will heretofor be called the “Kids/Prego Meal”. I crave cheese, and kids know how to do cheese right: grilled cheese, mac ‘n cheese, quesadillas…
- 3 of my good friends are pregnant which is more than awesome. I lent my pre-pregnancy pants to one of my friends so she can wear them DURING her pregnancy, which is less than awesome.
- After watching several episodes of “I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant,” I’m scared to go to the bathroom.
- Half-way there and I’ve only gained 8 lbs. {I know, don’t burst my bubble, I’m enjoying it while it lasts}.
- I have a headache at the same time everyday. Hormones, my doctor says. Only Tylenol or Diet Coke can cure it.
- My little boy doesn’t like it when I sit down. He leaps into all sorts of acrobatics while I’m at my desk at work, watching television, or doing my precious crossword puzzles. I guess he feels that I should be working on his room instead.
- That same little boy kicked for what felt like 8 hours straight one day. Toward the end of the day I was feeling annoyed by this constant motion, then cried all night for being a horrible mother who is annoyed when her perfectly healthy baby wants to tell me he’s here and is ready for me to sign him up for team sports.
- If my pre-pregnancy panties were XL, where do I go from here?
- I still haven’t puked once. {Did I just jinx myself?}
- I’ve been having wild dreams. My husband tells me how I talk of all things crazy: giftwrapping and giggling, in the middle of the night.
- I had a dream that the baby kept sticking his little precious arm out of the top of my shirt so I would hold it because he was scared. He had a name in this dream too! *secret*
- When I bend over, I emit an involuntary grunt {you were scared of where I was going with that, weren’t you}.
- I understand crawling babies in jeans, but I just don’t get newborns in jeans… what am I missing? Okay, yes, it’s adorable, but can they really be comfortable with that muffin top? {I know I’m not}
- I’m in the “honeymoon phase” where, for the most part, I feel normal. I had been feeling crampy and achy for about a week, and it didn’t go away until I tried a pair of maternity pants on in the dressing room. I guess if mom weren’t cramming her roly poly-ness into her normal jeans, this could have been avoided.
- This week, the ultrasound technician said each one of these phrases: “hyper baby”, “exhibitionist”, “playing with his ***”, “wants to keep showing me his ***”, “is that a gun show?” and then finally, the words I longed to hear: “head size on the smaller end of the spectrum”.