And I have to say that the 2nd trimester is so much friendlier than the first. All throughout the first, I honestly thought I was on the verge of death; constant heartburn, constant nausea, constant back pain and constant exhaustion were just a few of the things I experienced during those first weeks. I remember telling Tay that if the whole 40 weeks was anything like the first few, this would be our one and only kid.
Since then though, it's been smooth sailing. And it's been wonderful. The other night while laying in bed and watching Shameless (it's a great guilty pleasure, don't judge) I felt something. Something I've never felt before. And I said, "whoa, what's that?" Dear sweet Tay started to panic, "What's what? Are you OK? Is there is a bug? WHAT?" I told him that it felt like something had poked my belly.
And that's the first time I felt Tater Baby move. And it was strangely awesome.
And of course, the obligatory 20 week photo.
We go to the doctor on Tuesday for the anatomy scan. We've already told the doctor that we don't plan on finding out the gender and she said to make sure it's what we want. The sex of the baby will not be noted anywhere in the chart, and Tuesday is the only chance to find out. So far, we are holding strong; though we may wake up on Tuesday with a completely different opinion.
This will be our second (and probably last) ultrasound. We had one early on to confirm the pregnancy and to get the gestational age; but now it's going to look like an actual person, not the weird alien blob we saw back in November. Excited? But, of course!
Some things to note about pregnancy:
Congestion is horrible. Seriously. All day and all night, never ending congestion.
And also, apparently I've started to snore and become an obnoxious mouth breather thanks to the aforementioned congestion. Thank God I'm already married or pregnant, because I would never find a spouse in my current condition. My husband lovingly says that when I snore at night, I sound like a demon...therefore, he's starting to not spoon me anymore :( But who can blame him...spooning with a demon snorer, I wouldn't do it either!
Self-esteem boosters I've heard lately:
"Oh your so puffy!
"Geez, you look fat, good, but fat."
"Your only 20 weeks? Wow, you are huge."
In order to not offend, please heed the advice all mothers use on their children: "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."
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