Week 17

I'm at the point where I'm forgetting exactly how many weeks pregnant I am.  Am I 17 yet?  Or is that next week?  The weeks are starting to run into each other, and it's a little depressing that I'm not even at the halfway point yet.

This week, I came to the realization that I'm actually starting to look pregnant.  That's a welcome concept.  Looking pregnant is vastly preferable to looking chunky!  This morning on our way out of Mass, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the large glass entry doors, and thought, "Wow, there's really no hiding my belly anymore!"  Hello, world, I'm pregnant again.  This time, it looks like it will be fairly obvious for a lot longer than it was with CC, when I didn't look pregnant until the last few months.

According to the scale, which I have no reason to believe is lying to me, I gained several more pounds this week for a total of 19.  Now I'm actually ahead of my one-pound-per-week goal, which means I can relax a bit about eating.  I'd started coming to that conclusion lately anyway, so I'm glad my brain and reality are on the same page.

The babies are about 5 inches long now and the size of turnips (I actually have no idea what a turnip looks like).  They are moving around like crazy, although I can't feel anything yet.  They are actually proportioned properly now, so they look like miniature versions of the babies we will meet next August.  They just need to develop their organ systems and fatten up!

I'm still feeling good and am oh-so-grateful for that!