Remember that time I gave you a 22 week bump update?
Well, apparently I lied.
That was last Monday and later that week I found out I was actually 24 weeks along.
I've found that I forget and overlook a lot more things with this pregnancy.
Must be a second baby kinda thing.
So in interest of honesty, I am 25 weeks along today.
I had an appointment on Tuesday. The 6 month appointment.
It was the appointment I had been dreading.
Nothing especially exciting happened.
Except that the moment I was not looking forward to took place.
The moment when I was weighed
and the scale signaled an entirely undesirable combination of numbers.
I knew that moment was coming. I expected it.
During my pregnancy with Jacob and during this pregnancy,
24 weeks marks the point when I start weighing more than I have ever weighed before.
It is the moment when I totally surrender to the little life inside of me
and realize that it is truly about them and not about me.
Obviously, it's normal and healthy to gain weight when you're pregnant.
I eat just like I have before and then throw in my cravings...
It was 100 degrees yesterday and I still decided to make chocolate chip cookies.
Clearly I'm not avoiding any weight gain but it still bums me out.
Stating the obvious: of course I'd rather not gain weight.
Wouldn't that just be phenomenal? Pregnancy without the weight.
Even better: pregnancy without the weight loss.
But that's impossible and it would be kinda creepy.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not dwelling or depressed or anything of the sort...
It's simply a "milestone" that stands out in my personal pregnancy experience.
I've never met any woman who enjoys gaining weight during pregnancy so I know I'm not alone.
Even more, I haven't met a woman who doesn't remember
nearly exactly how much they gained with each baby.
It's not something to be enjoyed. It's just something normal to be accepted and embraced.
After this girl arrives, I'll be doing my best to shed the leftover baby pounds.
Eventually I'll hit the pavement, the gym, and lettuce will be a far more frequent guest on my plate.
For now, I'll just cringe a little when I watch those numbers increase every month
... and then I'll get over it.
I mean, after all,
I am growing a human being in here.
image: my current kitchen table centerpiece.
having mini roses around the house makes me think of this baby girl.