So, here I am at week 22 in my pregnancy. I can honestly say that pregnancy has been NOTHING like I had imagined it being. Of course, this may simply be that I have had an easy go of it for my first time around. My nausea was very minimal, my fatigue was exceptional, my appetite was fairly normal, and my overall health has been phenomenal. Sure, I have packed on a few pounds, but it's been nothing out of the ordinary at this point. I had always assumed that I would be constantly uncomfortable, constantly moody, constantly ill. I have said FOR YEARS that I would be the crabbiest and grouchiest pregnant lady ever, because I hate feeling the slightest feeling of discomfort. But alas, I have been extremely well tempered. This may be part Zoloft, but that's completely fine. It keeps me sane and Will...so we have no complaints at all.
Since my last post, we have since found out that we are having a baby girl. We have been so excited at the thought of having a sweet little girl to love and nurture into a young lady. I'll never understand why people feel the need to apologize at the fact of the baby being a girl and not a boy. Will gets it at work, I don't. I guess it's an Army machismo thing. But, I can honestly say that he is truly thrilled at the idea of being the overprotective, wrapped-around-her-little-finger daddy. Gracie's room has been about 98% emptied out and her closet is now filling up with all the amazing donations we have gotten from friends and family. She also has quite the start on her own little library, which makes her Mimi, Daddy, Mommy, and Nana very happy. (We're a book family.)
One thing I wasn't really prepared for in the pregnancy was all the hair growth in some unusual places. Good grief, my stomach looks like a damn bear rug. All I can hear in my head when I see it is Ivana Humpalot's "You are hairy, like ANIMAL!" I could go like 3 days without shaving my legs or pits, but seriously, in all brutal honesty, I look like I have Buckwheat in a headlock almost daily. In Europe, this may fly, but not in the hot-ass South in the middle of a heat wave and drought. Thankfully, we have a new-ish membership to Sam's because I am going through razors like Robert Downey Jr. went through rehabs.
Belly button status update: BB has keeping a firm defensive stance on remaining an innie. There have been small breaches within the flanks, but it is remaining defiantly in place.
That's pretty much all I have for now. I'm sure I'll have more later. But for now, I'll just sit back and revel in Gracie's constant kicks of trying to get comfortable in my expanding belly.
