That’s right, I’m at 20 weeks- finally! This weekend was a flurry of random stuff- enjoying my husband, grocery shopping, long walks- making kickass pancakes. I did a lot (WE) and spent the whole weekend doing something. I don’t know if I was trying to keep busy or what, but man, I was sore yesterday from doing so much crap!
It’s hard to believe I’ve been consciously pregnant for 16 weeks- sixteen weeks of worrying, panicking, vomiting, and back and forth regarding names. The baby is still referred to as “he”, something we’ll be able to either remedy or continue doing tomorrow, at our 20 week anatomy scan.
Lately I’ve been feeling a lot of movement, what I determine to be kicks of some sort. The other night I was poking around in there trying to see if I could feel anything and stopped. Moments afterwards I felt some nudges and a thump. It’s crazy! Still, I’ll be happy when I see the little guy and know all is well.
