I’m at 18 weeks! That’s officially halfway to “full-term.” Even though real full-term is 40 weeks, it’s safe to deliver anytime after 36, so they consider that full-term. I’ve got 2 more weeks until the anatomy scan when we find out what kind of genitals this kid has, not that it particularly matters since I plan on doing the nursery in neutrals, but I’m still excited to know already. By the way – if Spot is a girl, Spot still likes Batman and dinosaurs. We don’t love everything pink.
My pregnancy app, which is otherwise very handy, always gives me the size of the baby based on some sort of produce. This week it’s an artichoke. For those of you who, like me, don’t just see artichokes at the store every day, that means that baby is a little over 5.5 inches and about 6.7 ounces. That’s not even half a pound. I’m also given to understand that this kid is moving around like crazy, though I haven’t felt any movements yet.
As for me, I’ve not gained any weight yet, and am no really showing, no matter what my mother says. What I am, is tired. All. The. Time. I’m sure that part of that is that I’m not sleeping super well. I’m waking up a lot in the night and having my fair share of weird dreams. Though my biggest problem right now is being sore. Pain in my shoulders and hips (probably from how I’m sleeping) is part of what’s waking me up at night. I am certainly looking forward to my next visit to the chiropractor. But, all-in-all, I can’t complain. Most of my pregnant (or recently pregnant) friends are having it a lot worse. So, I’ll just try to suck it up and take more naps.
What is going on in your life?