Twenty One Weeks

I feel like I really don't have the energy to write much today...but I wanted to update you all on the appointment we had on Wednesday with Colonel Sanders.  To begin, everything with the baby looks great.  There were no abnormalities seen on the ultrasound, which is great news.  The bad news is that his mama isn't eating enough for two...it doesn't harm or hurt the baby in any way, he'll take what he needs from me, but it sure does drain a woman.  I haven't really gained much weight - only two pounds and I should have gained about twelve this far into pregnancy.  It's okay though - it will come.  I just need to focus on making conscious, calorie laden, healthy food choices.  Jeff is out of town this weekend - he went camping - we'll see how long that lasts.  Last night, I got home and crawled into bed around 5:30 and stayed there until about 8:30 this morning.  I think that is perfectly fine.  The one nice thing about Jeff being gone is that I don't have to pick up after anyone but myself...not that I don't miss him, let's just say I don't miss his mess.  So, here we are at twenty-one weeks...in my pre-pregnancy jeans, I might add...

Again, there's not much to report in the bump department.  Still pretty minimal findings.  The doctors keep telling me that I'll have a HUGE belly in the next few weeks, but then time passes and there's still nothing.  

This week, baby boy is as big as a spaghetti squash and weighs about a pound.  My tiny heavyweight.  Apparently, I should also expect my feet to start growing (as if they weren't water skis before!) but it won't stop my from wearing heels!  My secretary teases me that they're going to roll me into the delivery room, wearing a pair of stilettos.  She may be right. 

This week, the baby learns how to grip and will be holding tight to the umbilical cord.  I was also convinced that he found a rib (which is probably impossible) because it certainly felt like he was swinging from my chest wall.  He can also perceive light and darkness and has started to sprout hair.  He's also got fully developed eyelashes and eyebrows.  It's kind of crazy to think that can be packaged up into one pound and is just sitting in my belly. 

In any case, we've turned the corner and are now headed into the downward slope of pregnancy.  Nineteen weeks to go until we can meet this little man.