22 weeks!

22 weeks-February 9, 2011

This is the best part of the pregnancy! No more sickies, appetite back, and not completely uncomfortable yet!
So I was at Motherhood Maternity last Tuesday, trying on pants because they were having a sale. I put on the pants, had on a really cute (but way too expensive) shirt, looked in the mirror and, woah! My belly had popped out that morning! It's kinda exciting how that works, one day ya look like ya ate a whole pizza by yourself, the next your pregnant :)
I'm still on track with my weight, about a pound a week since my 15th week. And I still haven't hit my starting weight when I was pregnant with Landon! I'm feeling pretty good about myself, not that I've done anything special. Some days I eat way too much, I've been trying to eat healthier, some kind of protein for lunch with a fruit and veggie, a small dinner. I'm having problem with portion control. I eat what seems like a good sized meal for a pregnant lady, then while I'm finishing it, I'm thinking about what I want to eat next... Sometimes I wonder if having the appetite back is actually a good thing, although I know it is.
A strange thing I was eating for a couple of days one week was bread with mayo on it... something I used to eat when I was little. I don't really have any cravings that have to be met immediately but I do think about things that I want, and after a few days usually end up fulfilling that want.
This baby is a wiggle worm! Daddy even felt him wiggle sooner than before. I was able to see his movements by my 20th week, which seems early to me.
It's all starting the feel real now. People would ask "Are you excited?" I would say " Well sure, it just doesn't seem real yet." While thinking, "How can I be excited about something that doesn't feel real to me?" Well maybe 2 weeks or so ago, I finally had that excited, "I want the hold my squishy baby!" feeling! I don't want time to fly (like I know it will) but it's so hard to wait.
I still want to spend time with my Landy Roo. Right now he's working on his last two molars, so I'm happy I don't have a tiny baby to take care of along with his fits. He's still not communicating either, which means he's trowing fits when I don't do something right, even though I have no idea what I did wrong. I'll have to do a post about Landon, I haven't done one in a long time.