Week 22

current weight 154.5 at home...160 at the dr. I am less than thrilled about this.

The one perk to this awful peak in weight is that I have actually reached that redeeming moment in which I look like a pregnant woman instead of a bro ho. I didn't "pop" like the books and blogs and friends with kids said I would. It has been a long, slow process but today was different. I did my normal rush to the mirror to check for signs of growth without any luck. I continued along with my normal morning routine; brushed my teeth, showered, blow dried, coco buttered my gut and got dressed. But ah, that's when it hit me: my clothes were stretched to capacity. Wait, no...it couldn't be... I wore this shirt last week. After a quick recheck in the mirror, sure enough, there was a "baby bump." Victory.

For a while I thought I may have been loosing my mind as a result of the slew of hormones racing through my body...but after examining the cold hard facts, I realized I couldn't be wrong. People know I'm pregnant and they talk about it...before you roll your eyes to the tune of  "no shit, sherlock" hear me out. As I have mentioned for the past dozen weeks I didn't look pregnant, just like a big fan of bacon chedder potato wedges. People who saw me frequently (and infrequently) were unaware that I had been hard at work growing a person. Some people said things to me the indicated their shock at hearing I was pregnant. Now that I have sufficiently convinced you that I didn't appear to be pregnant...Other people who were never told have started stealing glances are my stomach. More and more people daily seem to know about it weather they say anything to me directly or they sneak a peak at my newly formed bump. Then there are the people I know know who don't say anything. It is a strange feeling, but still has a way of making me feel stripped down and exposed. I find myself wearing a fake diamond ring on my left hand daily just to make it feel better, however little. It'll make you think twice before uttering a single negative word about anyone else in the same situation.
Physically, there has been a lot of movement from the little guy. I try to pay attention to what it is that gets him going but as best as I can tell, its anything chocolatey. If I were to be truly graphic, it feels like that bubbling in your stomach when you have to fart or drank some water from Mexico, if you catch my downwind drift. So far, its pretty easy to ignore unless I'm trying to figure out if it is a fart or other ominous stomach rumbling.
The doctor told me that I'm measuring a little big, about a week big. Nothing to be worried about just means baby will be a little big...[insert sarcastic "woo"].  Everything else looks good, no down syndrome or other birth defects that they can detect from the APF testing.
I spent about 6 full days trying to decide on what to register for; reading reviews, talking to other women with children, reading consumer reports. After all that, I pretty much went with my gut. I'll let all of that settle before I hope online and start adding other things.  Who ever thought there would be a day when I could ask soneone to buy me nipple cream?
C'est la vie, non?