It's hard to believe that this pregnancy with baby girl #2 is more than halfway done! I'm technically 21 days and 4 days now- running a little behind on this update but that seems to be the status quo on life lately.
I've said it before and I'll say it again....this pregnancy is SO different! Although I had already "popped" by 16 weeks, I've really gotten bigger in the last 2 weeks. I am so shocked! I'm only wearing maternity pants now and am often in maternity shirts as well.
This past month we found out that the baby is (probably) a girl! We don't have a name picked out yet and, honestly, we probably won't for a while. Ian also felt her kicking for the first time about a week ago. So sweet!
Speaking of sweet- that's exactly what I've been craving. Sweet and cold things- ice cream, cold fruit, cereal w/ milk. I can't get enough of it all. I actually made Ian go get me watermelon one day because that was all I could think about!
Symptom wise, I've had alot of heartburn, charlie horses in my legs at night, nausea, (still!) fatigue, acne.
I also had my first moment of, um, shall we say "emotional instability." But let me give you some background. At our language school there are students from all over the world. With my first pregnancy I quickly learned a thing or two about a certain Asian culture. Almost every day, my classmate would come up to me and tell me how tired/sick/pale I looked. She would ask me "How is your fetus?" or she would point out my pimples. Awesome morale booster for a pregnant woman (or any woman for that matter.) But I recognized the fact that it was a cultural difference and that she was really trying to show her care and concern.
Fast forward to this semester, with this pregnancy. I have a different classmate from the same Asian culture. She comes up to me in between classes and tells me I look awful.
I groan inside as I see her approaching and I try to distract her or slip away before she can tell me that I look like death.
A week or two ago she asked me about a single pimple on my forehead. I told her that it was considered rude to ask about that, and we moved on.
Two days ago, I had no such luck. She cornered me. Then, she took her hand and TOUCHED a pimple on my face and was about to touch one on my chest when I just lost it. I grabbed her hand, and shoved it back to her and told her that it was very rude to do that, that I was not sick, and that breakouts in pregnancy are normal. I walked away very angry.
I ended up apologizing to her the next day. She's my mom's age and I just kept thinking "I would be so angry if someone talked to my mom like that!" She understood and said that she was just trying to show she cared.
I'm looking forward to: Figuring out where this little baby is going to call "home," after she arrives, deciding her name, designing her nursery!