And so the second trimester begins. That’s 3 months my mini me has been growing and changing inside me now. I can’t believe how quickly the time has gone and how many changes my body, mind and relationships have had to go through for the impending arrival. As more and more people find out we are expecting, it’s been incredible to see the reactions. Some completely unexpected, others genuinely fake and more often than not the look of complete surprise (shock). It’s quite funny hearing and seeing the reactions of those you thought were going to react one way, but have reacted another. They say “you don’t know someone until you live with them”; it should say “you don’t know someone until you say your pregnant”. However it has been beautiful having some of the most genuine hugs and kisses from those you least expected it.
Now baby. While we still wont know if it’s a boy or a girl for at least another 6 and a half weeks (can’t freaking wait), I have my inkling. My mumma thinks it’ll be a boy and when I asked her why, she came back with, “because I’m your mother”. Makes sense. My sister and her best friend would like a girl, but I think it’s just so they can buy fluffy pink things. My dad thinks it’s a girl (he clearly doesn’t have enough women to keep him in line). Ross’ mum would like a girl. She says she deserves it. I think Ross would like a boy, someone to show how to ride a motorbike and who’d be quite happy to roll around in the mud without complaining of breaking a nail or “daaaaaad, my hair”. Ten fingers, ten toes and a smile to die for, that’s all I’m asking for.
Baby McFadzean is about the size of a peach this week and weighs in at a whopping 23 grams. Although they say that this week baby’s body will begin to catch up with the size of its head, I have a funny feeling that mixing Madden and McFadzean genes won’t guarantee this. Also as my uterus becomes too big for my pelvic area everything is moving on up to where there is ‘space’. I tend to disagree. There is only 5ft 2inches of me, there really isn’t a lot of extra space. I can see it now, I’m going to be that massive, crazy pregnant lady that is as tall as she is wide. Sexy!
The bump you see, is in fact a food baby.
How far along?
Total weight gain:
I’m scared to look
At the rate I’m eating I’m going to need to soon.
Shea and Cocoa butter :D
Best moment this week:
I think I’m getting a small bump.
Nothing that baby it self is doing, only organs being juggled about.
SOUR! I need anything sour. I’m drinking straight lemon juice, sour candy’s, ANYTHING SOUR!
Anything making you queasy or sick:
Still meat. I made burgers for dinner this week and I put one on my plate, decorated it and didn’t eat it. Just looked pretty.
6 and a half weeks to go.
The toilet thing is the devil. I fear going to the toilet. It’s like (excuse my language) shitting bricks. I am eating so much fruit and bran flakes, it should be running out of me.
Belly Button in or out?
Happy or Moody most of the time:
Looking forward to:
My growing bump and finding out the gender.