Guess who’s 20 weeks pregnant? ME! I’m so halfway! Which is great since at church, Conor was telling me that he really wants a baby right now! Working on it! Holly was a little wiggler in church yesterday. She loves church. And I love church too because I get to sit still and feel her move and groove. She was quite active all day yesterday and today and really let me know that she’s there.
I feel great, with the exception of the cold I’ve got that’s kicking my butt. Pregnancy has generally treated me well and has over all been a good experience. I’m happy to be pregnant; I like being pregnant. At the end of my first trimester I really wanted to give the baby back so this change in attitude is doubly positive! I can still physically hide my pregnancy even though my waist is essentially non-existent. Clothes are getting to be a challenge. I’ve been wearing maternity pants for a few weeks now in the name of comfort (I think we might be going through another growth spurt here soon, my tummy’s feeling tender). Some t-shirts are starting to creep up on me and I am constantly tugging them down. Sundays are the pits and I’m hoping I can remedy that in some small way. Conor likes to pat my belly, acknowledging its existence. We no longer have conversations where I insist I look pregnant and he insists the opposite but just ends up shrugging it off! We both know that I am visibly pregnant!
With only 20 more weeks to go I’m getting more and more excited to meet Holly!
