Friday Funk – 21 weeks

I promise, a well-pronounced belly will be coming soon. There is definitely a baby in there…

  • How far along?  21 weeks, 6 days
  • Total weight gain:  20 lbs. as of yesterday morning. So much for the weight gain leveling off. And I swear I’ve eaten the least amount this week out of all of them so far. Boo. Maybe it’s water retention from the multiple days of 90 degree heat we had this week… Maybe?
  • Maternity clothes?  Bottoms pretty much exclusively, but most regular tops are still ok.
  • Stretch marks?  Thankfully, no. I didn’t get any from D, so hopefully Dv2.0 doesn’t give me any either.
  • Sleep:  When D sleeps through the night (which is almost always), it’s pretty good. Sometimes I have to get up to pee, but that isn’t a constant yet.
  • Best moment this week:  Feeling the baby move from the outside and enjoying the long hours of summer daylight.
  • Miss anything?  Beer, especially now that the weather’s warming up. And not looking bloated.
  • Movement:  Rolls and flutters are getting stronger and a little more frequent, so that’s a good sign. He/she especially likes it when I eat.
  • Cravings:  In general, no, but when I get really hungry I want protein – meat, cheese, etc.
  • Aversions:  Food, no. Smells, not nearly as bad as last time, fortunately. I just get sick of scents quickly and have to get rid of them completely.
  • Gender:  Not finding out.
  • Labor signs:  No.
  • Symptoms:  Heartburn has become an almost nightly occurrence, and the sacro-iliac pain is alive and well. Especially if I’m really active during the day, it hurts my butt to stand up and walk by nighttime. Literally. My lower back has been pretty sore this week, too.
  • Belly button in or out?  In. Never went fully out with D, just a little crooked.
  • Wedding rings on or off?  On.
  • Looking forward to:  Seeing my dad and his girlfriend this weekend and having them play with Della.

Just wait until next week’s pictures – I have a feeling I’m going to quickly start looking much more pregnant.

Oh, and Della did say “yes” this week when I asked her if she wanted a little brother or sister. Whew.