17 weeks. Kinda feels like when you turn 17 years old. Exciting because you’re one step closer to good things to come (turning 18/being considered an ‘adult’/freedom to buy naughty things that you probably wouldn’t buy anyway/ability to cash in that lotto ticket and get back the 2 bucks you spent on it) but not any kind of noted milestone in pregnancy (end point of morning sickness/start of a new trimester/halfway mark/finding out the sex of your baby/HAVING your baby).
But hey, I can’t complain! Here are a couple of exciting things that happened this past week:
1. Pretty sure I felt the first baby movements. It felt like tiny bubbles (not the gassy kind…) near the surface of my stomach. At one point I even had Andrew (aka Hubby) put his hand on my belly and he felt it too!
2. Had a doctor’s appointment today where we got to hear the baby’s heartbeat again (and I got to drink a large glass of what tasted like flat orange soda, for my glucose blood test…keep your fingers crossed—I have been eating a LOT of Skittles and Sour Patch Kids lately).
It was great to hear the heartbeat but it’s still pretty strange having a little baby growing inside of you and not getting to see it for weeks on end. After spending the weekend with my niece (Aurora, 5 months) I came home feeling sad. I missed her and I missed my sister (her mama) and I missed MY baby….? Yep. I know it sounds so incredibly weird, but I just had this strange longing to see my baby, hold my baby, listen to my baby cry…. but alas I have 23 weeks to go before this will become a reality! I’m trying to focus on the now--the last summer Andrew and I will spend as a ‘couple’ rather than a ‘family’. But we have been married for 4 years now and dating for 6 years prior (eeks! that’s 10 years together!) and are so ready to welcome this new little babe into our lives to form our own family.
Not sure if it’s the heat or the hormones, but I’ve been just a bit down in the dumps lately. I am certainly grumpy! Poor Andrew had to deal with my complaining while he graciously took these week 17 photos (I might post some outtakes later of me scowling and being a brat—NOT cute). Today I will spare you: Here’s the bump at 17 weeks…and me being a proud mama-to-be—which I ‘spose is exciting enough for me…no milestone needed.
In these photos: vintage silk print scarf, white tank from Target, vintage peach maxi skirt, fringe wedges by Sam Edelman (courtesy of hand-me-downs from sis!)
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