So, today I am eighteen weeks pregnant: four months, two weeks! Wow. I am almost halfway through this pregnancy. I can’t help but think back to when I found out I was pregnant and thinking, God, this is going to take forever! How am I going to be able to wait until August to hold my baby? But here I am with just four and a half months left to go.
Thankfully, things are going very smoothly for me. What is morning sickness? I couldn’t tell you! The only thing that I really have to deal with that I didn’t have to before has been getting up in the middle of the night to pee. Shoot, no complaints here! Because I was a big girl to begin with, most of my clothes are still fitting me, but I guess I will have to go shopping soon. I am no longer able to sleep on my stomach so I am finding it harder to fall asleep, but I have been catching up on my TV shows!
I had my first ultrasound in January, at which point I saw my baby’s heartbeat. My baby looked like a jellybean, and the yolk sac was clearly visible right underneath its body. I was amazed. It was at that moment that my pregnancy became real. I am baking a baby. Tears came and then the questions—can I still run, walk, and bend? Will it hurt my baby if I … ? The problem is I only thought of these questions once I left the doctor’s office. I did a lot of slow, carefully planned movements for a few days and then decided that I looked ridiculous walking around, clutching my gut and walking like a ninety-year-old women.
