Pregnancy Confessions Set 3 or 4 (I can't remember)

 Pregnancy brain is a cruel thing. The bonus is, though, I forget that I have it. :

I haven't bought any maternity pants yet. Not because I couldn't use them, but mostly because the only jeans I saw at Target threatened to give me Grandma thighs. And, I've been hiding my unbuttoned work pants under long tank tops and my giant green apron. 

I'm considering picking up a belly band for my work pants and hunting down some maternity jeans that are acceptable for 22 year olds. Or I could just wear leggings for the next 17 weeks. 

I realized that the third trimester is looming nearer and nearer and I dealt with that by catching a pregnancy cold and sleeping on my days off during finals week. (Sorry, papers. I hope you understand that you're going to write yourself.)

My doctor made me get the flu shot, which was not nearly as exciting of an experience as I'd hoped. And she also made me finally get tested for Cystic Fibrosis [strains/traits/genes?] and the blood tested confirmed what my copious amounts of siblings and cousins had led me to suspect: we're good on that end. (Thankful for that.)

PBS's "Call the Midwife" absolutely terrifies Stephen and he's asked me not to watch it around him. And I'll admit, I found it more interesting and less eerie when I wasn't round with child.

Stephen made me get a Reddit account, so I've been perusing r/babybumps and occasionally posting things--saving my facebook friends from even more baby-related statuses. 

One of my pregnancy apps says that baby can hear voices quite well now, especially male voices. This is awesome because Stephen is fond of talking to my tummy, and it would just be weird if baby couldn't hear him.;) (It's so adorable.)

Week 22 brought me the ability to walk again without major pain, and I'm relishing every second of that. I can also sit up, roll, kick, and squat without grimacing. I'm basically an Olympic gymnast. 

After months of being asked how many months I am and responding with weeks, I finally googled it and discovered...nobody knows. Evidently, What to Expect When You're Expecting has a formula, and according to that, weeks 23-27 are the span of THE SIXTH MONTH. But I'm just going to start saying I'm six months the week before Halloween, so I can munch on copious amounts of sugar in relative peace. 

Pregnancy math defies the rules of mathematics. 40 weeks=9 months makes less sense than other painful formulas I learned throughout my education. Although, some women go as far as to say that we are actually pregnant for 10 months. I cry insanity at them.

This delightful quotation from "At Least My Belly Hides My Cankles" is so completely me.

Sure, I was the oldest of ten kids, but that just meant I

was great at dictating to shorter people, not birthing them. My mom had done

that, and she'd had loins of steel. My loins were probably made of Styrofoam

that melted at anything above room temperature

It's actually fairly intimidating to go from being "the oldest" to the pregnant one/soon to be mom. I have being the leader of my own pack of minions down, but not the carrying, delivering, and raising part.

I'm starting to build our baby registry, so suggestions as to what is necessary and what is not is so desired. At our roomiest, we'll have 900 sq feet, so reason and discretion will be required. (Rhyme very unintentional.)

I'm going to bluntly say this...I love hand-me-downs. Enough said.

The government shut down debacle reinforced my plan to keep working post-baby, but I must add, that I'm so thankful they managed to keep paying the military.

I've discovered the incredible comfort of Stephen's shirts. My t-shirts were pre-massive weight gain 2011-12,so they were already on the snug side. However, men's clothing is designed with so much more room and is just that.much.more.comfortable. So, do forgive the yoga pants and husband' shirt ensemble below, replete with post-work hair and face.

Baby bump-23 weeks

I was actually terrified I wouldn't show, but thankfully my lack of height and propensity for roundness and growing sturdy babies took care of that.

Baby's name is still as darling as ever and I found a nursery set at Target that utterly delighted the trendy corners of my spirit. I may not be trendy enough, but the babes most certainly will be.