22 weeks pregnant


I’m now 23 weeks pregnant, but I had to share this picture from last week.  Our baby is moving around like crazy these days and it’s pretty much the coolest feeling ever.  This weekend I went to the pool and when I got out of the water, I went to lay down in the lounge chair to dry off and I could see my belly jump from his movements.  I had a book to read, but my eyes were glued to my tummy.  And last night, Parker and I were laying in bed and I had my hand on my belly and as we were talking, the baby kicked right where my hand was!  We both stopped and watched my belly to see if we could catch a glimpse of the kicking through my skin, and we did, but Parker decided it freaks him out to see it and didn’t want to see anymore. Haha!  He said it was like that scene in Alien.  :)

I have to say, I love being pregnant.  Sure, not every moment is magical and there are many less-than-desirable qualities about pregnancy, but I was thinking about it all and weighing the pros and cons, and even the bad stuff is happening because I’m pregnant, so it’s still awesome.  For example, I’m supposed to have all this energy in the second trimester, right?  Well, lately I have felt completely zapped and can’t seem to get much done at all.  The past couple of weeks almost feel like the first few weeks in terms of energy levels.  Every task feels like a much bigger undertaking than it should.  Just cleaning the kitchen makes me want to lie down afterwards.  And going on my daily walks with Frank is getting increasingly uncomfortable because of the combination of the heat/humidity and being this pregnant.  When strangers stop to ask when I’m due and I say in October, they say “Oh, poor thing, you have to get through the Georgia summer!”  and for the first couple of times I heard it, back when it was still pretty temperate out, I thought to myself, “Well, I’m from here, and I’m used to it, so it shouldn’t be much different.” But oh man, it IS different!  Makes me slow down.  I’m sure that’s part of why I’m feeling my energy drain so much lately.

Also, the sleep.  Sleep is this bizarre cha-cha dance where, all night long, I wake up to turn over, side to side, and get up to pee way more than should seem necessary.  So in the morning, when it’s time to start the day, I don’t feel rested and ready to start the day with gusto. But!  Then I feel baby boy move around and I think, “Oh hey little guy.  You keep doing what you’re doing, I’m juuuust fine.”  And I realize that any discomfort is the most precious gift and I’m grateful for it.

A few other things to note about this time:

Cravings.  Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.  I’ve moved on from grilled cheese to another childhood classic, PB&J.  And it’s funny because I literally cannot remember the last time I had one or even had the ingredients to make PB&J before last week.  But I was shopping in the Whole Foods and happened to walk down the peanut butter isle, which has jelly right next to it, and they conveniently had a display of soft, whole wheat bread right next to those two, and just like with the olives in the first trimester, it sounded like the best. thing. EVER and I had to have it.

Clothes.  Mostly, this part is not that fun.  I don’t have a lot of maternity clothes and I hesitate to buy more because I’d rather spend the money decorating the nursery, but I have to go buy a dress to wear to a wedding this weekend and I think it’s time I buy a pair of real maternity pants as well.  I was wearing my pre-pregnancy jeans up until a few days ago (not zipped or buttoned though, just with a long shirt to cover that fact) and I was so uncomfortable, I didn’t last more than an hour.  Even my workout pants are too tight on my belly anymore, so I need some of those too.  Oh!  But as far as baby clothes go, I was just gifted a huge lot of sweet little boy basics from a former co-worker and I couldn’t be more grateful or ecstatic.  Onesies, pants, shirts, sleepwear – from newborn on up to a few months – all so cute, and all completely free.  And she said she has more where that came from!  What a blessing.

No Clothes.  When I’m waiting for the water to get hot in the shower, I stand with my profile to the mirror and just stare in awe at my belly.  I’m so amused and comforted by that roundness.  And for the first time in my life, I am completely kind and loving towards my body, rather than silently dissecting my flaws or chastising myself for not working out hard enough, etc etc.   No, now I have such gratitude for a body that can grow a baby and I also am amazed at all that it is doing to make that happen.  I do worry (just a little!) about how my body will “go back” after the baby is born, but I also know that everything will be just fine so I don’t spend much time with those thoughts.

Skin.  Okay, I thought I had heard that pregnant women get this perfect, glowing skin and hair that is positively radiant because of the hormones and prenatal vitamins.  Well, imagine my disappointment that my skin (which has always been a challenge) is even worse than usual lately.  It’s so dry and flaky and rough that it’s like having dandruff on my face.  And in the midst of 100% humidity.  (?!?!?!??)  So.  There’s that.

Parker. He continues to be the sweetest, most adoring, and affectionate partner ever.  Always hugging and kissing, rubbing the belly, and telling me to take it easy.  Sometimes he’ll be intently focused on his laptop and I’ll think he’s working, but then he’ll pipe up that he found a really cool Lego set that he wants to buy for our son, or that he found a robot-building summer camp that he can’t wait for baby boy to go to when he’s old enough.  He’s going to be a great dad. :)

Music.  I just read that the baby can now hear everything, so I’ve been trying to play music that I like to sing along to a lot because some say that hearing the mother sing is soothing for the baby.  So I’ve been listening to a lot of Simon and Garfunkle, The Lumineers, and, strangely, the Mary Poppins Soundtrack.  I know!  So strange, but last week I kept thinking about the movie (one of my favorites) and how much I love the songs so I found the soundtrack on Spotify and it’s been in heavy rotation.

Reading.  The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding, which is actually an incredible resource despite the kind of silly name.  And, as I’m about to make a short trip to the beach this weekend and need something fun and non-pregnancy related to read, I’m going to start The One and Only by Emily Giffin, who never disappoints in the chick-lit genre and because it would be a nice change of pace to read something easily digestible that requires no thinking.  Oh and speaking of books, this weekend Parker and I went to Barnes and Noble and I had so much fun perusing the kids section!  I found so many books from my childhood that I had forgotten and brought back such wonderful memories.  Reading those classics to my child is one part of parenthood I most look forward to.  And my mom just bought us a huge lot of 28 Dr. Suess books she found for a great price on eBay to start our library off right.  So exciting!

Watching.  Orange is the New Black!  Actually, I already finished the whole season.  So good.  So addicting.

That’s my update!  Over and out. :)

3 Responses to “22 weeks pregnant”

  1. Sarah Stäbler

    You write in such a refreshing way about pregnancy. I can definitely tell you love being pregnant! I did, too. My son is 1 month and 1 day old now and being a mother comes with its own physical discomfort, but I am loving every minute of it.

    Enjoy the rest of your pregnancy! :) You look amazing.

    • Katy

      Aww, congrats on your baby boy!! I’m so glad to hear that you are enjoying it and loving life. xoxo


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