Tummywatch Tuesday: 16 Weeks
Due to popular demand, I’ve decided to go ahead with the requisite belly shots. Just kidding. There’s been no demanding. But I am going to subject you to them, in part because I have literally two shots of my pregnant self last time, and that makes me a little bit sad. Also, I hear that the second child doesn’t get a lot of things that the first does. This way, when she complains one day that, for example, her milestones aren’t meticulously recorded in a baby book like Roy’s are, we’ll be able say, but look at all the photos we have of you in the womb! Oodles of them! I’m sure that will appease her.
I’m not totally comfortable in front of the camera. Just thought I’d get that out there. This means these photos will contain plenty of awkward poses as well as no naked bellies whatsoever. I’ll pose in this same black shirt, in this same location, every week until the baby arrives. That’s 24 more photos, give or take a few.
So here, at 16 weeks, you can see that I’m still in the “Is She Pregnant or Drinking Too Much Beer?” phase. Juuuust a little thick around the middle, thanks for noticing. Which also makes it the stage where you want to wear a simple, tasteful button that says, “pregnant,” just to make it clear that you’re not spending your evenings holed up with a box of wine and a case of Twinkies. Let’s get things straight! You’re spending your evenings spooning the toilet before falling asleep on the couch at 8:45. Anyway, button-making entrepreneurs, get on that, please.
According to Parents.com’s weekly babytracker, the little girlie is currently the size of an avocado and experiencing a growth spurt. I can’t wait until she’s big enough to deliver that first, solid kick. That’s one of the best feelings ever, that little life-affirming “thump” courtesy of the kid growing inside you. Once Roy started, he never stopped. In fact, when I was a week late, the doctor ordered a non-stress test to find out if there was any reason he should not continue to allow Roy to remain holed up in there like the unibaby. Roy did his usual thing, kicking and punching martial arts-style, and when the nurse examined the test’s spikey peaks and valleys, she said, “Whoa! That’s the best one I’ve seen in a long time!” We were not surprised that he went on to be an early walker.
I keep doing that—comparing this pregnancy to last; going from the baby on its way to the toddler that’s already here. I suppose that’s the way it works for #2. On the one hand, she’s forced to share the spotlight from the get-go. On the other, she’s got two broken-in parents and one sweetheart of a big brother totally primed for her arrival.
I should add that I’m feeling much better these days. I’m not sick every day, and when I am, it’s not as bad as it once was. I started prenatal yoga last night. I’m getting my energy back. Tomato season’s kicked in. Fall is on its way. Things are looking better every day.Add a Comment