LTU: Lil' Turkey Update

I've not been so great at these lately. I think, for me, while it's a week-by-week experience with our little one, it's more of a day-by-day, especially as some weeks bleed into others depending on where we are and what we're doing. So, I guess a month is not so bad.

The only thing I know is that right now, I'm officially in my twenty-third week of pregnancy which is just crazy. Did you know that I'm only a day less than two weeks away from the baby potentially being VIABLE outside of the womb. I hate the thought, but in some ways, it's reassuring. She's that big, that full of life, that developed that though it'd be difficult, she could make it.

Whew, sorry to go all deep on you there.

As always, let's see what fruits and veggies she's been the last couple of weeks.

Mango.

Cantaloupe

Banana!!!

Here's where The Bump starts lumping in months of pregnancy into one fruit. Apparently starting at 22 she's a Papaya.

We've made absolutely no progress on the nursery, but I'm okay with that. Because as determination would have it, I'm chipping away at some other personal and house projects which will free up my capacity to both think about and want to do the nursery. I mean, not that I'm lacking in want - it's just you've gotta have priorities and it's amazing the little things I've already gotten done this week that I've been talking about for MONTHS.

Virginia is making her presence known every now and then. I've not really felt her consistently these last two weeks, but I've felt her some - usually around the time they say you will - when you're lying down. Other times she surprises me with what feels like a little nudge to the side or a flutter. I welcome the reminders, wholeheartedly, whenever they happen and am admittedly looking forward to their increase in frequency.

I'm still amazed by my belly. Well, I guess still isn't quite adequate. I'm not sure at what point I went from amused to amazed. Maybe it's been the string of weeks I've been almost required to be in my maternity swimsuits because of the beach or lake. But I'm amazed. Every pregnant woman's belly is so unique to her - her shape, her weight, her height, and the position of the baby. I know I'm being particularly shy about baby bump pictures but the few we have I'm just astonished. And when I look at old pictures of myself it's amazing to think I didn't have this at some point. It's growing on me. Literally. 

Granted, I feel like a house by the end of every day (and literally wonder if I have a stomach or lungs anymore) and can't get in and out of the car without making an audible noise, BUT, I'm really coming to love my body which is a completely foreign experience for me. That's quite a grace in this already chock-full-o blessings experience.

And I know right now I'm in what is considered to be the "comfort period" of a pregnancy (sometimes I highly question the standard of comfort to which they're referring) but I'm really loving being pregnant. I feel awesome.