17 weeks – my lovely baby bump

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.

Whoops, sorry, I digress. Anyway…

Boom! And then there was a baby bump.

Okay, so it’s been there since about 14 weeks, but definitely not this big. I feel like it’s getting bigger every single day. I’ve taken photos over the last few days and it seems like it’s growing before my eyes. I’m such a nerd, I actually purposely went to Fred Meyer, just to try on tight tops and have the full length mirror to take some photos (no, I don’t have a full length mirror at home, but I really need to get one). My bump tends to hide under my looser clothes and is less noticeable, but I have a feeling that won’t last long at this rate. Even the pregnant girl at Fred Meyer who rang me up looked at me in surprise when I said I was 17 weeks along.

How Far Along: 17 weeks

Size of baby: 5 inches, 5 ounces, the size of a turnip.

Total Weight Gain: 0 pounds, I’m really hoping I can keep this no/low weight gain thing going for awhile. Since I started out overweight, maybe it’ll be awhile before I start packing on the pounds. Hey, a girl can dream right?

Maternity Clothes: Still loving my pajama I mean maternity jeans and work pants. Although I’m having a super hard time finding grey maternity pants for work. It’s getting frustrating. I did find some super cute shirts at Fred Meyer (of all places) today and I ordered a few from Motherhood that I ended up really liking.

Gender: 3 more weeks until we find out. Is it August yet?!? All I’ve been thinking this whole pregnancy is BOY, but who knows really. J’s adamant it’s a boy and every time I refer to it as “the peanut” he tells me, “Why don’t you just stop calling it the peanut and call it what it is, my son!” 🙂 You have no idea how much I’m going to laugh if it turns out to be a girl. I’m sure he’s just scared to death because he knows he’d be wrapped around her teeny little finger.

Names: We’ve really only had two names in mind since the beginning. I was actually surprised that J liked the boy name I liked. I was so sure he was going to be all opinionated and fight me on names. Scarlett has been my girl name for awhile now, even before getting pregnant and when I told J that I really like the name Lincoln for a boy, I was shocked when he said, “Lincoln? I really like that too.” The next thing I knew, people were asking if we had any names in mind yet and J piped up with, “If it’s a boy we’re thinking Lincoln and if it’s a girl Scarlett.” I sort of sat there stunned, but smiling and thinking to myself, Wow. That was easy. Apparently the decisions already been made.

Movement: I’m pretty sure I felt some flutters a few days ago. We were actually on our trip to McNeil, sitting at the falls, with 20-30 brown bears in front of us (some of them were literally less than 10 feet from us at times) and I felt the teeniest tap, tap tap inside. I froze in my chair, looked at J and said, “I think it just moved!” I waited to feel it again, but nothing. It felt just like taking your index finger and very lightly tapping on your arm, only it came from inside!! Ever since then I’ve felt things here and there, but more like round ligaments stretching. I’ve also felt it get really hard from the inside.

Either the peanut really likes or really hates Chamillionaire’s “Ridin'” (you know, they see me rollin’, they hatin’ patrollin’, they tryin to catch me ridin’ dirty, whoops sorry, tangent) because when it came on Pandora yesterday, my stomach suddenly got really hard and felt like it was moving. Which reminds me, the baby can hear now! Isn’t that crazy? It can hear our voices, Brody barking, the doorbell ringing, and all of that good stuff. My pregnancy emails even said that a baby who hears dogs barking and other noises in the womb, will be more likely to sleep through it after they’re born. Thank God because I don’t think we’d ever stop Brody from barking at the doorbell, even when it’s only on TV.

Sleep: I’m still sleeping pretty well, although we’ve had a crazy schedule lately. After flying from McNeil River to Homer, driving home from Homer, picking up the dogs from a friend’s, and catching up with our house guests Sunday night, we didn’t get to bed until 1:00am. J had to be back up at 4:00am to head to his first day at the new job at 5:00am and I had to be up at 6:30am. Needless to say, we’re still trying to catch up on sleep. I still miss sleeping on my belly and even laying my back is making my belly uncomfortable now, I’m thinking forking over the money for a pregnancy pillow might be my next step.

What I miss: Bear Creek Winery Blu Zin (I opened a bottle the night before we found out we were pregnant. I finally ended up pouring it down the drain last week, after it sat there taunting me from the fridge for entirely too long.)

Cravings: Still loving everything bagels. I’m back to liking sweets again. I’m a dessert/sweets FANATIC. I have an insane sweet tooth normally, but the weirdest thing was the entire first trimester I didn’t want sweets at all. It was really strange. At one point I even pulled out the carton of ice cream in the freezer that had been sitting in there for at least a month, just to show it to J, he turned, put his hand on my forehead, and asked, “What’s wrong with you? Are you feeling okay?”

Symptoms: I’ve been pretty tired this week so far, but other than that I’m still doing really great. I do have to eat pretty slow and sometimes take breaks in the middle of meals. If I eat too quickly, it comes right back up. I didn’t get sick on the float plane ride to and from McNeil, which I’m pretty proud of, but I did get really nauseous. The flight back on Sunday was the worst, I thought I was going to throw up on the plane, but luckily I didn’t. I did, however, end up throwing up on the drive home when I tried to eat a sandwich. Poor J had to pull over on the side of the highway for me. I threw up yesterday morning as soon as I got to work, too. Apparently peanut isn’t done wreaking havoc on my stomach yet, but nothing can compare to how I felt during weeks 7-10.

What I’m looking forward to: I seriously cannot wait for our ultrasound appointment on August 1st. I’m dying to know what we’re having and whether I’ve been thinking boy this entire time because it really is a boy or not. I’m also really looking forward to second shooting two weddings these next two Saturdays with my close friend Jaime. Love her to death.

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