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21 weeks

Her movement has been so much fun, it's like an inside joke between her and I as no one else can feel it yet.  I can feel my energy level changing and I feel like I can move as fast as I'd like, but the bruises on my legs (from smashing into my desk) tell another story.  I seem to forget this extra body I'm carrying with me.  :)  So I'm working on moving slower.  I find myself thinking about what she'll be like... what her temperament will be like, will it be a good fit for Porch and I?  Will it be easy or will we have a slight mismatch?  

How far along? 21 weeks
Total weight gain: Happy to report that Porch thinks I'm all belly & I'm just gonna go with that.  Until the doctor tells me there's something wrong, I'm just gonna go ahead and roll with it.
Maternity clothes?   I am wearing the belly band more and more!  My sweatpants are getting tight in the waist.
Stretch marks?  None yet, I have been a lotioning machine because I'm so itchy!
Sleep:  Mostly good!  Slept through the night on Sunday!  
Best moment this week: Creating a baby registry for Baby Porch :)  That was hard work but exciting as we start to think about just how much "stuff" this peanut is going to have...
Miss anything?  I miss Sunday Funday.  But hopefully by football season, I'll be back in action ;)
Food cravings: Nothing that I'm aware of ... still have a love for ketchup.
Anything making you queasy or sick? Nothing really. Smelly garbage makes my stomach turn though!
Gender: Baby Girl :)
Labor signs: Not yet!  Keep marinating, love nugget!
Symptoms: The bump is growing!  Like, seriously, growing.
Belly button in or out?  In.
Wedding rings on or off: On.  And loose.
Happy or moody most of the time: Happy.  I can't believe how fast this time flying... trying to savor all of the little moments and her movements.
Looking forward to: Having Porch feel her move; the movements aren't quite grand enough for him to enjoy yet, but she was going crazy bananas last night during the How I Met Your Mother series finale.  She obviously knows good tv (and I'm a little concerned about that).
Baby is the size of:  Carrot


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