wee wardrobes: twenty

After weeks of nonstop nausea, fatigue, and mood swings, I’ve reached the halfway point in my pregnancy (and my body has traded in the aforementioned symptoms for a whole new set of discomforts). The second trimester is supposed to be the “easy” trimester, but I’m still sluggish, moody, and have reached a point where I can no longer make a move without grunting. The lack of motivation is the worst. Last week I created an editorial calendar so that I could get on a more consistent blogging schedule. This is my first post this week, so you can see how well that worked out. In my defense, I had a really busy weekend—Micah’s fall festival at school sandwiched between a launch event and a fashion show on Saturday, and a birthday party for one of Micah's classmates on Sunday. It doesn’t sound very hectic, but when your usual get-up-and-go has gotten up and left, it doesn’t take much to feel pooped. Nevertheless, I’ve made it to the halfway point and I’m excited to give you guys another update.

My estimated due date is: Thursday, April 5, 2012. I am 20 weeks pregnant today and have 20 weeks remaining.

According to WhatToExpect.com, the baby is the size of: a mango (still), but a tad bigger at 6.5 inches and 10 ounces.

So far, I’ve gained: 11 pounds. I managed to gain 3 pounds this week, which has me a bit spastic. I mean, am I having a baby or a baby elephant? With Micah, I gained 30 pounds, most of which was gained closer to the end of the pregnancy. So a sudden gain of three pounds now has me nervous to hop on the scale. Sigh.

My sleep habits: aren’t much better than they were last week. I still wake up around 4 o’clock in the morning and lay in the dark for a while, then get drowsy and fall asleep again—right before it’s time to wake Micah up and get him ready for school.

My eating habits: need to be reassessed. Seriously. I’m convinced that I have gestational diabetes (which also has me a bit spastic), but I haven’t had it confirmed yet (and yes, I self-diagnosed—thanks to Google and WebMD. Don’t judge me.). It’s definitely something I’m going to bring up at my next appointment. As I mentioned last week, I tend to snack instead of eat meals, but apparently I really need to modify my diet. Oh joy.

My exercise habits: still include walking, but I’ve been looking into prenatal yoga. I figure it might be one more thing that’s beneficial when Labor Day rolls around. I’m still a bit fatigued so I cut my walking mileage from three to two this week. I wonder if that played a role in my weight gain. Hmmm.

My wardrobe: is growing slightly since I’m finally starting to buy bigger (non-maternity) clothes. I’m only halfway through my pregnancy and I already can’t wait to get back to my pre-pregnancy wardrobe.

The baby’s movements: are getting stronger and can be felt from the outside. The baby was on the move yesterday morning…and again at lunch time…and again during my nap. We’re really going to have to work on the timing, kid.

Micah: finally felt the baby move. He was so excited. He loves rubbing my belly and still asks, “Is the baby coming out now?” on a daily basis. He refers to the baby as Baby Micah and insists that the baby is going to look just like him. I think he’s going to be a great big brother.

I feel: pregnant. And by pregnant, I mean uncomfortable. And gargantuan. And sick. Basically, I feel like my body has been hijacked. Twenty more weeks to go, Jones. Twenty more weeks.

One thing I really miss is: living a life without lists. During pregnancy, there are lists galore—there’s the list of things you shouldn’t eat, the list of things you shouldn’t drink, the list of things you shouldn’t do, the list of things you shouldn’t use. So, yeah, I’m feeling a bit restricted these days. Oh well. At least it’s temporary.

One thing I really look forward to is: looking at baby names. We still don’t know if the little one is a boy or a girl, so The Boyfriend and I will look at names for both. So in addition to my monthly magazine reads, my nose is now buried in baby name books (or websites).

My ‘wee wardrobes’ Want of the Week is: the ‘My Mom doesn’t want your advice!” onesie [CafePress, $16]. The amount of unsolicited advice that comes with pregnancy is teeny compared to the heap of advice you get once the baby gets here. This onesie gets the point across without having to say a word. Besides, who’s going to argue with an chubby, adorable baby?



[JEANS, SWEATER, and NECKLACE: Target; SHOES: Bakers; BRACELETS: Forever 21; RING: Audacious (purchased at the launch event on Saturday); HANDBAG: Mimi Boutique]