Well, we hit the 20 week mark, kid. Good job. However I have a complaint. How shocking, right?
I can’t feel crap. Now granted, your placenta could be in the way. Mama’s abdomen was, even before you came along, um……fluffy? Yes, let’s go with that. So perhaps you are, in fact, kicking away in there and yet are dulled by all that surrounds you. Sigh. I wish you’d get some strength in you and really wallop me in the lungs or something. Crack a rib or something. I mean, COME ON, man up.
Now, we must discuss. Next Monday, we are going to get to see you for a good long time. We need to see genitals kid. A good shot of them too. I want to know for sure if you are an innie or an outie so that we know what to get for you. If you act like a brat and don’t let us see, it won’t be pretty when you decide to enter this world because I’ll be mad.
I got to hear your heart beat again and this time, the doc found you fast. You were just whooshing around like crazy so that was reassuring since I was nervous. Daddy could not make that appointment because him not love me he had his own doctor’s appointment to attend, so that was a first.
The cankles are still in full effect but I’ve learned to just deal with them and laugh. I mean, what else can I do? Lord knows, they are not petite even without swelling so I may as well save my energy for other things. Like eating my weight in carbs and annoying the dog.
OH. Let’s discuss weight gain, shall we? Yes. I have been so very relieved that up until now, I have not packed on the poundage. I know that later, this will be out of my control so until that day comes, I am trying to sorta keep the chunking up to a minimum. Imagine my surprise when I added like 1.5 pounds. I figured “eh” and moved on. Then within 3 days, I added another 4. NICE. So I go to the doc and he tells me not to worry because since I have gained so slowly, technically with this gain, I’m where I should be. Well, ok then. IF the man with the MD is cool with it, then bring on the Reese cups so am I. However, I weighed myself the following morning to make sure I had not added to an already busy chunked up week and the 4 pounds had disappeared. What is that about? I guess it was water weight but I was not puffy. Sigh. I don’t get what you are doing to my body, kid. I really don’t. I’m clearly not in charge anymore and you, the uterine parasite, have total autonomy.
Enjoy it now, kid. Once you come out, this is a monarchy and I’m queen.
Capice?
All Hail the Queen! If Momma’s not happy then no one is happy 🙂 I like being the only girl around here. Makes being the Queen that much easier.
I CAN’T wait to find out what you’re having!
Seriously if this kid is shy, there will be a collective yelling of something heard round the world.
Hah you only THINK you will be in charge when that kid gets here. I am DYING to know the sex too. Dying over here hell-loo!