Musings on pregnancy

Well, as of Thursday, I'll be 20 weeks (5 months). I can't believe how quickly the time has passed. Of course, that first trimester couldn't pass quickly enough, but that's to be expected considering the nauseau.

When one of my co-workers first heard the news back in August, he admitted that the whole of idea of pregnancy just sort of "weirded him out". I laughed, thinking that was a rather absurd statement, but now that I'm starting to show, I think there's some truth in that. See, it's (for lack of a better word) weird for me to see my expanding belly. I look down and think, "There's a baby in there." And then when I think about how my innards are shifting, well, that just augments the weird factor. (No, I won't go into details. Let's just say that all those inner organs have to move someplace.) To think that there's this little miracle growing inside me is simply amazing.

Don't get me wrong; I'm loving this stage of the pregnancy (as all my girlfriends told me I would). I can finally wear some of the maternity clothes that others have loaned me (a thanks to Mary, De, Vanessa, and Amanda for hooking me up with the "new" wardrobe), and, even more exciting, I can feel the baby swimming around, which is the best feeling. I first noticed the movement a couple weeks ago while sitting quietly at work. All of a sudden, there were bubbles popping within my belly. At other times, the movement feels like a fluttering, like eyelashes brushing against my skin. Friday the baby was really active; that afternoon she just kept flipping and turning. She was equally active that night at Scott's hockey game; either she really enjoyed what we had for dinner, or she was cheering her daddy on.

I still haven't had any cravings, but my desire to bake has certainly increased. I feel like every weekend for the past three weeks I've felt the urge to bake something... muffins, brownies, a pie. Not like that's a bad thing, but it certainly doesn't help us eat right. But at least all those carbs taste oh-so-good!

Above you'll notice that yes, I did say "she". We won't know what we're having until Wednesday, but Scott and I both have a feeling that it's a girl. Scott says so because that's "his luck" (whatever that's supposed to mean), and I think so because of how I'm carrying. Of course, towards the end of the day, I think I'm carrying a boy, so at this point who knows. Still... I finally took some pregnancy pics, so maybe that will help others of you determine whether there's an Abbie or a Megatron swimming around in there.