As of today I am exactly 5 months pregnant. 22 weeks of me gestating. That means that give or take I have 4 months left of this insane roller coaster ride and I’m only going to get bigger. God help me.
I feel huge.
And can only laugh at myself as I remember the first time around… towards the end, when I really WAS huge. Let’s reminisce shall we?
At 39 weeks, I still had a week to go and looked like an apple with legs. And that was 17 weeks further along than I am now. And yet I feel huge?
Oh sorry, it’s just really too funny.
So yeah, 22 weeks has actually been a little challenging. I feel like I’ve hit a major growth spurt everywhere and all of the weight that I hadn’t gained yet came crashing on after we went on vacation. Now I’m all for gaining the appropriate amount of weight for pregnancy, but putting on 4-5 pounds in a week is just uncomfortable. And it really makes working out hard because you feel a lot heavier and… just off. But growth spurts are normal and a weight gain like that could be any number of things, from normal growth to constipation or water retention. (I vote water retention). But as long as I’m not still chowing down donuts and cake at an alarming rate like I was a few weeks ago, it should all even out. After all, I’m just trying to control the cravings, eat protein and balance out my meals with fruits, veggies and healthy stuff so I can eat the brownie that I really want.
Regardless of what it is, I am no longer concerned that Baby Girl and I aren’t big enough. Trust me. There is NO question that this kid is growing.
But of course, because I stopped worrying about her size, then I started worrying about her movement. I just wasn’t getting the rockin’ and rollin’ that the books/websites said that I should be getting. She wasn’t kicking that hard and really wasn’t bothering me at all except with a few ill timed jumps on my bladder so there MUST be something wrong, right?
Once again, I had to remind myself to stop comparing pregnancies, get off the damn internet and stop freaking out because right on cue, just as I was starting to really get worried?
Let the beatings commence on my poor internal organs. You can see the ripples now, little alien jabs and punches as my stomach distorts slightly and then goes back to normal like nothing happened. My husband can feel her kicking and every once in a while is like, whoa, that seemed like it hurt. Yup. It did.
So the funny thing with being 22 weeks/5 months pregnant is that I feel like birth is imminent. Like it’s right around the corner. I even told someone at a blogging mixer that I was almost done because I only had 4 months left to go. As a mother herself, she looked at me like I was totally and completely nuts. I don’t know why, but I think it’s just knowing that the next few months are going to FLY. Having a baby around the holidays means that leading up to her delivery we’re going to have oodles of travel, birthdays, Halloween, Thanksgiving and all of sudden I’m going to be in labor and like, HOLY CRAP we don’t have a ROOM FOR HER. Good thing babies don’t need much at the beginning, right? But as a planner, not having it all ready to go makes me a little bit insane.
Ok, maybe more than a little.