wee wardrobes: twenty-one

Before I say anything, let me say Happy Thanksgiving! (Can you believe 2011 is already almost over?!) I’ve finished my Thanksgiving meal and keep alternating between lounging on the couch and waddling to and from the kitchen trying to decide if I want to try to stuff more food in my mouth (although I’m certain my stomach can’t handle another morsel of food at this point). I’m not complaining, though—I’ve been able to spend the day with my favorite people so I am a happy woman. I think some of that happiness can be chalked up to the fact that have passed the halfway point in my pregnancy--it's a good feeling. So. Ready to talk baby?

My estimated due date is: Thursday, April 5, 2012. I am 21 weeks pregnant today and have 19 weeks remaining.

According to WhatToExpect.com, the baby is the size of: a banana at 7 inches and 11 ounces.

So far, I’ve gained: 12 pounds. I’m not as spastic about my weight gain as I was last week. All I can do is eat right, exercise and remember that my body is housing a rapidly growing, banana-sized human being at the moment.

My sleep habits: have started to improve. It’s hard to get comfortable (even with a body pillow) so I toss and turn a lot, but for the most part, I’m able to get a decent (and uninterrupted) night’s sleep. Plus, I sometimes manage to squeeze in a quick nap during the day, so I’m sure that helps.

My eating habits: don’t matter today. With a kitchen full of turkey, ham, dressing and gravy, deviled eggs, greens, corn, yams, and cornbread, I can’t bring myself to worry about poundage or calories. Although I am worried that the baby might not have much room to move around at the moment due to the insane amount of food I devoured earlier. No, I’m kidding. Sort of.

My exercise habits: ceased to exist this week. Normally I exercise after I drop Micah off at school, but he’s been out of school all this week, so I’ve been sleeping in instead of walking. I plan to start back up next up (I’ll have to bundle up, though. It’s going to be chilly!).

My wardrobe: consists of what’s comfortable, which usually means anything elastic and loose-fitting. Take today for example—notice how there’s no picture today? Yeah, that’s because I look like I should be inducted into the Hot Mess Hall of Fame. I’m wearing one of The Boyfriend’s long-sleeved shirts, a pair of athletic shorts I’ve had since high school, mismatched socks (one of which is blue, due to the fact that I accidently washed it with a load of denim jeans a while back), and glasses. And let’s not even get started on the hair. I can’t. I just…can’t.

The baby’s movements: have me thinking that this is going to be one laid-back baby. Movement is still pretty predictable, but sometimes when I want to know that Baby is doing okay, I’ll lay on my side for a minute, which gets those movements going for some reason.

Micah: alternates between being excited about the baby and being completely indifferent. I really try to prepare him—I guess it’ll get easier as my due date approaches. I don’t want him to feel left out, but my heart tells me he’s going to be okay with a new baby around.

I feel: mellow. I’m used to feeling to spastic and hormonal and moody (usually all at once), but right now, I just feel…happy. Maybe it’s the holiday. Maybe it’s the fact that I can’t think about anything but my bloated belly right now. Or maybe it’s the fact that this has just been a good week. Whatever it is, it has me feeling pretty content right now. I like that.

One thing I really miss is: my common sense. Pregnancy brain is real, people. You’re forgetful and clueless and dim-witted (or is that just me?). Your once-clever retorts are replaced with blank stares and you suddenly want a refund on your college education. Nineteen more weeks, Jones. Nineteen more weeks.

One thing I really look forward to is: being able to eat more without feeling like my innards are being squished. Can you tell I really want to get another helping of food? Because I do. Bad.

My ‘wee wardrobes’ Want of the Week is: a custom-made, hand-stamped sterling silver ring with the names (or birth dates) of my kids [MommyJewelry, $68]. If I don’t wear any other jewelry, I almost always wear a ring, so I would love to have one with Micah’s name and the name of his soon-to-be sibling.