This past week, I hit the halfway point in my pregnancy. In another 20 weeks or so, it won’t be “just the two of us” anymore. We’ll have a tiny human being depending on us for everything. Obviously, I’m thrilled and scared out of my mind at the same time.
During the last couple of weeks, I have been feeling pretty good. I have a bit of my energy back and have not had to deal with many of the more unpleasant pregnancy symptoms that I’ve read about. I realize I still have to get through the summer months, which I’m told can be a pretty rough time to be pregnant. But for now, I feel pretty lucky that things have been going so well and that I have been feeling like my old self most days.
Of course, I still have moments of panic that I’ve sneezed too hard, moved the wrong way, eaten something I should not have or inadvertently done any number of other things that the Internet tells me could cause some sort of damage to an unborn baby. Luckily, ET has been giving me frequent little kicks over the last few weeks, which I interpret as reassurance that I’m providing an adequate home for him/her so far.
My biggest challenge recently has been my wardrobe. I haven’t gained that much weight so far, but my regular clothes are getting snug and the maternity clothes are still at bit too big. Target’s dresses and the Gap’s maternity jeans are my new best friends. I actually wouldn’t mind living in the latter for the next four months, since they are so comfortable. Honestly, I might never go back to zippers and buttons again.
We started our registry last weekend and I’m surprised that my head didn’t explode in the middle of Buy Buy Baby. I had no idea there were so many options to choose from for strollers and car seats, many of them with price tags of $1000 and up (I’m pretty sure that my car isn’t even worth that much at this point). A very knowledgeable staff member helped us pick a lovely travel system that I can actually fold and unfold with minimal assistance. Then, we scanned a swing and a couple of other random items. By then, we were overwhelmed and decided to call it a day and finish the rest online at our leisure. Then, we hightailed it over to the Dairy Queen at the Cherry Hill Mall. Good decisions all around.
Yesterday, we had our anatomy scan. I held my breath until the doctor said that everything looked perfect (obviously, this baby is already taking after its mother) and that ET was growing right on schedule. ET was totally adorable, moving his/her little hands around the entire time and sucking his/her thumb.
And, we learned that ET is a…
NOT an alien! Hooray!
Seriously, though. ET is a…
I’m not entirely surprised. I sort of had a feeling about it and have been referring to ET as “she” and “her” for the past several months. I’m glad to know that I haven’t confused her. Although I’ve promised myself that I won’t go overboard with all things pink and ruffled, I am excited to buy a few of the cute dresses, hats and toys that I’ve had my eye on over the last few months.
All of a sudden, everything seems more real. Good thing, too, because I have a feeling that these next 20 weeks are going to fly by.