Tummywatch Tuesday: 22 Weeks

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Tummywatch Tuesday! What? It’s not Tuesday, you say? Welcome to my world of make believe, where deadlines don’t pile up, daycare providers never need days off, toddlers pottytrain themselves and, when necessary, Wednesdays are Tuesdays. If only wishing made it so.

It’s been about a month since I started Tummywatch TueWednesdays, so I thought it would be fun to look back and see the difference. That’s 22 weeks on the left there, and 16 on the right. Everything sure is growing, isn’t it? For the first time since I got pregnant, when Clint came home from work the other day he looked me up and down and simply said, “Whoa.” Which I knew meant, “You really are having a baby one of these days now, aren’t you?” I sure as heck am.

As for baby girl, she seems to be doing her part by attaining the approximate length of a papaya, according to Parents.com’s week-by-week babytracker. Go, girlie! My bazongas are clearly getting in on the growth action too, as are, I’m happy to report, my hair and my nails. Man, I love the pregnancy perks of super-thick hair and long, strong nails. I’ll take ‘em where I can get ‘em.

While we’re on the scintillating topic of girly vanities, I found the best stretch mark-preventing cream, y’all. It’s called Great Mother’s Belly Butter, and I bought it because it claims to also help with eczema, sunburn, scars, cuts, wrinkles and hemorrhoids, among many (many) other things. I’m a complete sucker for a good multitasking product.

Roy had a rash on his back, so we tried it out and presto! Gone the next morning. So we’ve been putting it on his stitches scar, which I swear looks better after just a few days, as well as my crow’s feet, and I totally look days younger. Then Clint tried it on his hemorrhoids and—kidding! Sorry. Couldn’t resist.

There’s likely no good way to segue from my husband’s imaginary hemorrhoids, so let me just say that I love fall. So happy this season is here. The leaves are changing, the garden’s giving us its final efforts, I can finally break out my soup recipes and adorable vintage coats. Just yesterday when we were out on our nightly walk, a few orange leaves crunching underfoot, Clint and I did some quick math and discovered that in four short months, our daughter will be here. Four.

By then it will be snow crunching underfoot, but we’ll mostly be holed up inside, conjuring those powers of make-believe to create a world where infants sleep through the night, bank accounts spontaneously renew and dinner appears magically on the table each evening. I’m a firm believer that sometimes, it’s both nice and necessary to visit that sweet spot that lies between dreams and reality.

Papaya image credit: Blaine Moats

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  1. by Jennifer

    On September 28, 2011 at 10:16 pm

    You are hilarious.

    I am going to need to try out that Belly Cream. Throw some out your car window at me, the next time you see me standing on the corner? :)

  2. by Berit

    On September 29, 2011 at 8:33 am

    Jennifer! I’ll clarify for public record that you are not in fact a working girl but a doting mom standing on a bus stop corner. Plus, you know I’d stop for you :)

  3. by Jennifer

    On September 29, 2011 at 9:58 pm

    *grin*