This week, Mayby is the size of a sweet potato.
But let’s be real, sweet potatoes come in all different shapes and sizes: some wimpy and tubular, others warped and overgrown. So that doesn’t really give me much to go off of.
We have crossed into 18 weeks and surprisingly the nausea has still.not.left. Granted, it is not nearly, NEARLY what it used to be. But it still catches me off guard every single night has I reach for a snack, without fail, two hours after dinner. It then resurfaces two hours after snack. At least it is remedied by carbs.
No crazy cravings anymore, just normal ones (I get food cravings in regular life, not just pregnancy life). Every day I’ve had some kind of soup and a grilled cheese for lunch. Oh and those clementine cuties too. I’ve never been fond of citrus other than grapefruits…but right now I can’t get enough.
Eighteen weeks also means that the BIG ultrasound is a little over a week away. Still lots of thoughts to share about that (all to come next week). But I’ve been having some crazy dreams about it lately. The first one was pretty normal. First they told me it was a boy, but then after careful examination said, “nope, it’s a girl.” The second two both came on the same night and both involved somehow missing the ultrasound. Which was crazy stressful because apparently we were driving from over two hours away and made it with only an hour to spare until closing. The tech refused to see us but said that we were definitely having a boy. That was fine, but I was sure that I needed proof. I begged her to examine me, but she refused. Ahh, the beautiful stage of crazy pregnancy dreams. I’m ready for them just to put me out of my misery and tell me one way or the other.
Other than that, sleep has been pretty mercifully easy. I still catch myself sleeping on my belly, but I know the time for that is drawing to a close. About time to break out the body pillow!
N was able to feel our little potato kicking around for the first time last night. It is crazy how much we’ve both forgotten since last time. It makes this one feel new and fresh and I love that.
It has also made this pregnancy fly by. We are nearing the half-way mark which is just ludicrous. The mothering instinct is kicking in hardcore as I try to figure out how to make room for another little person in my nest.
Only 5 more months! Let the feathering begin!