25 Weeks: Astronaut Baby

 

Baby is the size of a: Cauliflower. Over a foot long now, and weighing about a pound and a half. She's gained several ounces just since last week.

 

Development: According to the baby development websites, she now has a developed sense of equilibrium and can tell up from down. How that works when you're floating, astronaut-like, in a sac of amniotic fluid, I have no idea. I kind of assumed she felt more like this:

 



But...meh...what do I know?

Movement: She learned a new game this past week; it's called "Kick Mom in the Bladder." I've heard pregnant women mention this, but, let me tell you, you have NO idea what it feels like until...well, you've felt it. It's like an instantaneous THUNKohcrapi'mgonnawetmyself followed by a just as instantaneous Wait, no, I'm good...incredibly annoying, to be honest. I think she's doing it on purpose, the little punk.

Weight gain: Drumroll, please...according to my weigh-in at the doctor's office, I'm up two pounds since my last appointment four weeks ago. That makes a grand total of ten pounds so far!

Maternity clothes: A mix. Yesterday, for instance, was entirely regular clothes, but today is maternity clothes.

Sleep: I've discovered that this 100% depends on the temperature of our apartment. The colder it is, the better I sleep. (Sorry, Alex.)

Aversions/Cravings: Nah, not really.

Symptoms: I don't know if this counts as a symptom, per say, but some day-to-day tasks definitely are getting harder. Putting on socks, or picking up a paper that fell under my desk, for instance...dang, dude. Not as easy as it used to be. And I'm noticing that when I hug people, Baby "hugs" them first - the belly is out there!

I miss: Being able to sneeze without it KILLING my abs.

I feel: Tired, but generally pretty decent. After last week's craziness (see the previous post), things have more or less returned to normal, and I'm thankful for that.

Looking forward to: Getting to the third trimester. It officially starts at 26.6 weeks, so I'm just shy of two weeks out. Wow.

Daddy Papi moment:  Several evenings now, Alex has taken it upon himself to (without being asked) do all the dishes in the sink, including scrubbing out the cruddy Crockpot (I love my Crockpot but hatehatehate cleaning it). Husband poiiiiiiints.