This week comes with a lot of emotion!
As the weeks continue to tick by and I see the women on the blogs I read actually having their babies, (Brittany, Sabrina), it reminds me that this journey is only temporary. Before I know it, I’ll have a little girl to take care of and pregnant Jamie will be MIA. And while I do plan to have more children, there is something so magical and mysterious about the first pregnancy. Nothing is known to me- it is all happening for the first time. Each week brings on new changes, sensations and feelings I’ve never had before.
The other day I was thinking back to the months where I was trying to get pregnant. I was remembering all of the things that I was doing and reading in hopes of increasing my chances to conceive quickly. I soon realized that not everything is as easy as it sounds and I felt stressed for a while hoping that I would indeed be able to have a baby. Those times make you question everything you always assumed you would have. There is always a chance that pregnancy is not possible, but it’s not until you start to try to have a baby that you are slammed in the face with that reality.
Then I started thinking back to those first few weeks when I knew I was pregnant and that special feeling of sharing a secret that only Joe and I knew. We spent time planning funny and creative ways to tell our parents the good news. The whole thing was so much fun… almost as much fun as seeing their faces light up with joy when they heard the news. Then there was the nerves and anxiety of waiting out the first trimester. With each week I was closer and closer to the 12 week mark when the risk of miscarriage reduces greatly. Just waiting and being cautiously optimistic as the weeks went from 5, to 8, to 10, and finally to 12.
After that hump was the wait to find out our baby’s gender. I had dreams about meeting my son, and then other dreams about meeting my daughter. One day I would swear it was a boy and the next I just had that *feeling* that it was a girl. I remember looking over at Joe when the ultrasound technician said, “It’s a girl.” We both just shared a silent moment. Taking it in. Realizing that we were going to have a daughter.
I guess the 22 week point marks a nice time in the pregnancy. Still a lot to do and look forward to, and so much to remember and reflect on. My goal for this time is to do my best to really cherish and hold on to these memories. Each day is passing quickly, but I really need to live in the moment.
Yesterday, on my way home from work I was starving so I attempted to eat the other half of my buffalo tofu salad pita from lunch. Within 1 second I had buffalo sauce all over my belly and just EVERYWHERE. I started hysterically laughing and just continued to let things drop all over me. I just had a moment. With myself. And my bump. And it was fun. So I documented it.
Week 22 Bump
Baby’s Length: 11 inches (the length of a small spaghetti squash- WOW!)
Baby’s Weight- 1.2 pounds! (Confirmed in an ultrasound on Tuesday)
Cravings: Still all about the chocolate! And cheese. And anything vinegary and spicy (pepperoncini’s fit this description perfectly- hence this large jar in the fridge)
Current Interests (related to pregnancy): The Brewer Pregnancy Diet. I’ve been reading a ton about this diet and learning a lot about the importance of nutrition during pregnancy and why the pregnancy weight gain as a one-size-fits-all model is completely ridiculous. I’m planning on posting on this soon, but for now you can read more HERE.