At 18 weeks, I am feeling great.
Little Baby is the size of a baking potato. Although, my uterus is the size of a cantaloupe. depending on if I am wearing maternity clothes or not, my belly is becoming more obvious. I haven't had any strangers says anything to me yet, which is a good thing, I guess.
Headaches and backaches are increasing. I am trying to sleep on my sides at night, which is better for Little Baby and the circulation to my legs, apparently. Although I think that I have a few more weeks until this becomes essential.
Wonderful Husband makes amazing and nutritious meals for us and keeps the house stocked with plentiful fruits for my incessant snacking. I am so grateful that he is already playing a huge role in taking care of Little Baby in this way.
Last night I felt our little one kicking for the first time. It was even more wonderful than I had anticipated.
This week we discover if we are having a boy or a girl. This will be the most exciting part of our pregnancy since the day our pee-stick had double lines. I'm obnoxiously excited. Hopefully our little Potato won't be crossing its legs or any other shenanigans.
Doons reminds me that not everyone is as excited about our baby as I am. So I'm trying to contain myself, but it is so hard! But this blog's only purpose is to share the happenings of our life, so it is a free place to baby-gush as much as I want. More of that is sure to come...