21 weeks | plus some because lazy.

It’s been a big week and a half in baby land. He started moving around a bunch all of a sudden and hasn’t let up. I first felt him move around 15 weeks but since then it was pretty quiet save for the occasional “hey what’s up ma”. But now his full time job is doing some sweet jump kicks and roundhouses. Right when I lay down. As one does.

I’ve also officially gained all the weight I didn’t in the first trimester. Plus some. And my boobs – horrific. I know every pregnancy is different and blah blah but this one is SO DIFFERENT! Here is me on Sunday wearing leggings as pants because that is just what needs to happen sometimes. Scot took me to the mall so I could get some appropriate clothes after this because emotional breakdown on my part. Thanks for all the suggestions last week – I ordered a few maxi dresses and bought some new leggings, long tees and tanks to get me through for a while. I have accepted the fact that this time around, I’m just going to get large, fast and try to embrace it instead of fight it. My body is doing a cool thing so I’ll give ‘er a break and worry about it later. It doesn’t mean I won’t cry about it, but hormones, what can you do?

I found H a new book about being a big sister at Goodwill. The girl in it even has a stuffed bunny just like her! Fate. H gives my belly a kiss every day and talks a lot about things she’s going to teach the baby when he gets here. The other day she told me, “I’m going to throw the baby up in the air and catch him!”, so we had a talk about floppy necks and such. And we’ll have it again because omg, horrifying.