We’re at the halfway point! It’s hard to believe we’re rounding second on this baby. It seems like we just got used to the idea and now we’re planning for the little chumper’s arrival. There’s so much to do!
The Tater Tot: Baby is about 6.5 inches long and weighs around 10 ounces, which is about the size of a mango. He’s gained about an ounce and a half and grown a half-inch since last week.
Fun Fact: Baby is making his scrotum right now. His testicles will stay in his belly for a few more weeks, but he’s readying their house. He’s also making his first poops, which should stay inside his body until he comes out. (And I’ve been complaining about being constipated!) Thank goodness he’s keeping it to himself.
The Name: Harold is pulling into the lead. My grandpa was the best guy ever. It breaks my heart he won’t meet our baby (he passed away in April), but I like to believe he’s aware a namesake is on the way. If our baby is half as great as my Pop, the world will be in for a real treat.
Movement: Baby’s movements seem more substantial so far this week. Instead of a light, twitching flicker, I feel more pressure. No punches or anything sharp, but there’s a rumbling. He may be doing barrel rolls. I can’t wait for Ben to be able to feel the kicks from the outside. Alien time!
The Belly: Big! I definitely feel a pinching when I bend over or bring my knees toward my chest. We have our ultrasound Thursday, so I’m eager to find out how big this little guy is. He feels big! Ben was a 10-pound baby, so I’m acutely aware of the possibility this guy may come out a Sasquatch.
Cravings: I’m off the string cheese, but still eating watermelon like it’s going out of season…because it is! I’m so glad to have been pregnant through the summer produce season. All I want to eat is fruit. Mexican food is still out. Pizza is still a game-time decision. Otherwise, I’m up for anything. I’m the hungriest I’ve ever been in my life. I’m really worried I might be enormous by the end of this. I’m starving all the time. I had two breakfasts yesterday! Agh!
Sleep: I think my pelvis might be ripping apart (I wish that was a joke), so I’m still not sleeping. I’ve been warned to get used to it, but everything hurts right now and I’m a little cranky. I think I’m keeping Ben awake, too, which is not good for the marital bliss. That man needs his sleep!
The Bad News: The dogs have been banished from the bed at night. I feel like an ogre making the little ones sleep in their crate (until they get trained off of sleeping on the bed with me), but I need more space. We only have a queen-sized bed and Dougal and Otis are both sprawlers. They take up a ton of space, so I was getting up repeatedly to move them. With agonizing nighttime hip pain and only two possible sleeping positions, they were getting in the way a lot. Thankfully, they’ve embraced this change and seem to be handling it very well. No whining or anything. Of course, I do miss the snuggles!
Workouts: As I mentioned, my pelvis is splitting in half, so my workouts have been a challenge. I’m still doing them, I’m just taking more breaks and trying to find exercises that don’t feel like I’m taking a knee to the crotch. I’ll see the midwife again next week and ask her about the pelvic pain. I made the mistake of googling it, so I’m a bit worried. Hold together, hips, hold together!
What’s Next: I read that by the time I’m 29 weeks along, all of my intestines will be mashed into a 4-inch area of my abdomen. YIKES! This is why I can’t read ahead. Too much information.