Pregnancy Time is bull. It's like Daylight Savings Time, but more useless. The fact that people want to know how many months pregnant I am, and I have no flipping idea, but I can tell you in weeks and days and fruit and vegetable sizes is ridiculous!
And don't get me started on the whole "40 weeks" thing, and that you're already two weeks pregnant when you conceive. I understand that Pregnancy Time starts on the first day of your last menstrual period because many women don't know when they ovulate. But even if you do know your ovulation date—or, even better, the probable date of conception—the experts won't adjust your due date accordingly! No, they just take out their little Wheel of Fortune and dial you up a due date based on the 28-day menstrual-cycle-with-ovulation-on-day-14 that you may or may not have.
This is why I don't put a lot of stock in due dates. When people ask when I'm due, I say, "August," and leave it at that.
Having said all that, 22 weeks is the beginning of month five, according to this handy chart:
So here I am, five months pregnant.
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This week I moved a bunch of money around and paid for all of my maternity care, through the six-weeks-postpartum visit. I was elated while also having a teeny-tiny panic attack, kind like when I bought Rob's wedding ring. And because it never rains, it dumps huge, icy buckets, this week we found out we need a new washing machine, and probably also a new dryer, and maybe even a new car.
Where will we possibly find the mental or monetary resources to deal with any of this?!
Okay...deep breaths... Listen to the folk singers.
To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time to every purpose under Heaven...
...and now is not the time to worry. Now is the time to enjoy being five months along and feeling totally pregcellent!
I feel exceptionally fine, except that I get winded much more easily than normal. I work out most days, but I can't walk up a flight of stars without huffing and puffing a little bit. It's not a big deal—I am five months pregnant and hauling around an extra 17 pounds, after all—but it makes me feel OMG like sooo pregnant, you guys!
Adding to the sooo pregnant feeling is near-constant baby movement. This girl is a bruiser. She punches me all day long, often in the cervix. (Not cool, little lady.) She even seems to be on a schedule, getting me out of bed every day with a sudden onslaught of bubbles bursting.
Yesterday morning, I was lying in bed thinking how strange it was that I hadn't felt any movement yet. I waited a few minutes, and still nothing. Then I sneezed (hard!), and the baby jumped. I think I woke her up.