In the last two weeks, I feel like my belly has quadrupled in size. Must be all the peanut butter, bananas, and frozen yogurt–can one make a healthy fetus on PB&B & fro-yo? I’m now at 18 weeks, +8.7 pounds (but it feels/looks like I’ve gained much more), and into a new wardrobe. John, best husband on the planet that he is and having far better taste than I, went shopping with me (a.k.a. practically kidnapped me) this afternoon. (I was/am too lazy and preoccupied to go on my own…I hate shopping.) I am so happy that I went. I had forgotten what it felt like to be comfortable in clothing.
We are dying to know the sex, but in the midst of crazy clinic schedules (mine and John’s), I was unable to schedule the anatomy scan until 22 weeks. One of my college roommates (who’s due about a month before me) commented on the up side: imagine how much more developed he/she’s going to be! So much more human-like! It’ll be such a trip to compare him/her to our last snapshot at 13 weeks.
