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20 weeks: Halfway to Baby Porch

I am such a cluster of emotions; I feel like if you ask me right now how I'm feeling, in 20 minutes, my answer will change.  Or grow.  Yeah, it'll grow.  I never stop feeling excited.  But I cycle through panic, disbelief, terror, exhausted -- all of them.  Sometimes all at once, sometimes just one or two at a time.

But what gets me goin' these days?  That movement!  Sunday afternoon, Porch and I went to run some errands (dropped a few bags of donation at Salvation Army and did some grocery shopping) and for the first time, I could feel her while I was out of bed.  I had been feeling her every now and then while laying down to get ready to fall asleep and occasionally in the morning, but this was in the afternoon.  And I was in the car.  Every time I feel that bump bump bump, I freak (in a good way).  She's real.  She's moving.  I find her movements to be the ultimate reassurance that everything is okay in there.

How far along? 20 weeks
Total weight gain: I have no idea of the total gain but I only gained 1 pound from our last appointment (a month ago)
Maternity clothes?   I had the ultimate girl freak out on Saturday; nothing I put on fit and none of my damn bras fit anymore.  Some Saturday afternoon shopping was MUCH needed.
Stretch marks?  None yet... lotion, lotion, lotion.
Sleep:  Mostly good, I've been downing an obscene amount of water and pay for it at night but it's worth it.
Best moment this week: The big 20 week scan!  Hooray!
Miss anything?  I miss sushi and caffeine overdoses.
Food cravings: Nothing that I'm aware of beyond our love for ketchup & fries.  We prefer Burger King fries.  
Anything making you queasy or sick? Nothing really. Random bouts of morning sickness, but those always seem to be Mondays.  Me thinks she doth protest Mondays.  I'm right there with her, though I'd prefer not to be hovering over the toilet in support of her thoughts.
Gender: Baby Girl :)
Labor signs: Not yet!  Keep marinating, love nugget!
Symptoms: The bump is growing!  
Belly button in or out?  In.
Wedding rings on or off: On.  And loose.
Happy or moody most of the time: Happy.  Moody at times, thank God my husband is such a sweetheart.  After going through menopause (seriously), I'm sure he thought these days were behind us for a while... Looking forward to: Helping make the list for baby shower invites!  We're so fortunate!  A Green Bay shower AND an Oconomowoc shower.  This bambino will know love, there's no doubt.
Baby is the size of:  Banana!  (I just pictured the minions from Despicable Me, did you?  Why not?)




I just don't trust anyone who doesn't love minions.  :)





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