Week 17

Weight: 146.5 (+1.5 from last week)

I wake up each morning with anticipation like that of a child on Christmas morning. Waiting for my belly to "pop". Truly, the idea of a human (about the size of the palm of your hand right now) growing inside of me is still very surreal. The day I finally look pregnancy will be the day people at work stop giving me the "put down the milkshakes" look. I still honestly feel like maybe I'll escape the entire 9 months without my skin stretching to it's breaking point (did I use the apostrophe correctly, mom?).

So far, this week:
Physically I can't arch my back to stretch it without my abdomen feeling like it will snap. I eat like I'm not carrying a child but rather a fetal hippo, and I've gotten a bloody nose. That's the worst of it though, thank God. Wait...I lied. I tried doing lunges and nearly passed out. Considering 5 months ago I could lunge circles around any of yous, this is a huge deal. So, I resign myself to lots of walking, which I really don't mind. I'd like to get some prenatal DVDs soon. I've thought of looking for a class in town BUT from my past experience, yoga makes people fart, as does pregnancy...just seems like asking for trouble. I figure, I'll keep my gas confined to my apartment...and car.
Emotionally/mentally I am terrified of the idea of having a teenager. Have you met teenagers?They're gross.

Two weeks until we find out the sex. Cesar and I are pretty excited to see what we'll have. Any bets?