21 weeks

So this is me at 21 weeks. Working on a belly, which is still rather concealable under work clothes as it fluctuates based on whether I've eaten, how I'm standing, etc. I even wore regular work pants today (my looser pair), buttoned and all. Though I feel like my body is changing considerably from week to week, it may just be because I was on the slenderer side to begin with and any change seems more pronounced to me. At my OB visit on Friday, I had my official weigh-in....I've gained only three pounds. I saw my sister this weekend and she concurred that appearance-wise, it certainly looked like I'd gained more than three pounds! Ultimately, it doesn't matter. My provider was pleased to see that I'd gained weight (three pounds is still three pounds more than I was...), and wasn't concerned with the amount. Most importantly, the baby is weighing in at a very healthy 13 oz (which is actually 3 oz more than my work colleague with the same due date - and she's gained 12 pounds so far...)

I'm feeling great physically with only three complaints: increasing heartburn, increasing skin blemishes (like I'm 14 all over again...) and upsettingly frequent charley horses. I had TWO separate cramps this morning alone - one in my foot and one in my calf and both excruciating, even for being half asleep. It's hard to avoid slightly stretching my legs and feet in the early morning hours when I'm still unconscious! Doc says there's really nothing I can do about it, and getting more potassium and calcium don't seem to be doing the trick. Other than that though, I'm feeling really healthy and fit!

Emotionally...I'm not doing as well. This past week I was irritable and maybe a bit cranky to the husband...he was sweet enough to not bring it up until I broached the subject and only then confirmed that perhaps I had indeed been rather short and cranky...I just didn't seem to have any patience this past week and weekend and was raging over the littlest frustrations and not sure why. I was famished the other night after getting home from a long drive and couldn't cook my dinner fast enough and was on the verge of a full-on rage fit within a few short seconds...all because I was hungry and my brain and hands couldn't accommodate my hormones' sense of urgency to remedy the situation. Work too has been upsetting. And usually I can fake it like no one else - I've got a ridiculously high tolerance for irritation on a normal basis. Luckily, I haven't felt as out of control these past two days so maybe I'm turning over a new leaf this week and will be a bit more mild-mannered...at least for Kenny's sake...

I'm still a bit overwhelmed with how much to-do stuff we still have pending (daycare wait lists, childbirth classes, pediatrician interviewing, gift registry completion, etc) and how it's getting harder to prioritize. This week is focused on daycare. Getting on a wait list will be priority numero uno for now. And finishing the registry will be a priority for this weekend while we're at home dogsitting. And I do need to continue researching childbirth classes since guidance on labor would most likely be helpful...all while fitting in home improvement contractors and projects because, well, the baby needs a pretty house ;)

So I'm off to bed. The baby apparently is digging the blog this evening as he's pretty much been moving/kicking the entire time I've been typing this. I can't wait for Kenny to be able to feel him move too and hope to be able to share that with him sooner than later!