Time is speeding up on me. It seems unreal and surreal and other-prefix-real to realize I'm at the half-way point. I am in no hurry to be done, but it seems like we'll be meeting this baby before we know it!
In the meantime, I've got a super-active little fetus kicking me out of bed every morning. The dancey movements start amping up at 7:00 AM every morning, like clockwork. Then she hits another sweet spot around 10:00 PM, just as I'm trying to relax into sleep. I get a few jabs here and there during the day, but lying in bed just about guarantees serious baby movement. Also, those "flutters" people talk about? None to be found 'round these ladyparts. It's all pokes and thumps; nothing as delicate as a flutter. This girl is strong.
One nice thing about looking totally washed out in photos is that it hides my skin. Everything is dry and itchy, except for my face, which is going through a wild, teenage rebellion 15 years too late. And pregnancy pimples are not like regular pimples. They are mutant pimples from outer space, and they are going to eat your face from the inside!
Fortunately, a little bit of skin weirdness has been the extent of my physical discomfort thus far. Yesterday I got my first tiny twinge of sciatic nerve pain, and my immediate thought was, No, no, no, no! I do not accept this! Obviously, I need to work on my pain-coping techniques. But I'm also calling my friendly neighborhood chiropractor today, without fail.
A little bit of pain at this point isn't surprising. I feel bigger and "pregnanter"-looking every day, and my belly seems to have experienced a growth spurt between last week and this week. On Thursday, I tried on my maternity jeans again—the ones that were sliding down a few weeks ago—and wore them around the house for a while. They still slid down. I took them off, folded them neatly, and placed them in the DONATE bag.
So I am now 20 weeks pregnant and completely maternity pantsless. I've never had good luck with jeans, pregnant or otherwise. Rather than shopping for anything new, I'll probably just keep testing the stretchiness of my leggings until they split open. I'll also keep my fingers crossed for warmer weather on the horizon, and a new era of maxi dresses and cardigans. In the meantime, there are worse things than looking like an ever-expanding, off-duty modern dancer.
This might be the last week for the unitard, though.