20 and 20

Yesterday I hit 20 weeks. For some reason 20 weeks has always seemed like a big deal to me. I know most people focus on 24, but 20 has been stuck in my head as the big number. And now, here I am. 20 weeks in, 20 to go. Halfway there. It made me smile. And thus, this post is going to be a totally-normal-pregnancy post in which I give you some updates about what it's like to be totally-boring-normal pregnant. Ready? Great.

As previously stated, I am not sick anymore! That kind of got lost in the drama of...everything else. But not only am I not sick, but I wake up every morning feeling refreshed and ready for my day. I have enough energy to do my work and come home and make dinner. I am a human being again. I also have a cute little bump that I love. I know it's still small, but it's there and I love rubbing it like I'm a not-so-zen Buddha. I am for sure feeling Baby kick now. No more flutters, I am getting little teeny-tiny kicks. B. can feel them too. I don't even need my hands pushed on my belly to feel it, when B. has his hands there I can feel the Baby kicking him. It makes me jump a little. Love this too.

I'm also refocusing on eating healthy. Part of my job with the midwives is to track a week's worth of what I'm eating. I decided to try to do better and just use my old WW App to track what I'm eating all the time (we'll see how long that lasts). That way I can track whether I'm getting in enough dairy, fruits, veggies, water, and protein. The midwives are BIG on protein. This morning I had a typical WW breakfast: Greek yogurt with chopped strawberries. And then I realized...Wow, that's not enough breakfast for a pregnant woman...and so I also helped myself to a toasted English Muffin with huge dollops of peanut butter. Good start. Wish me luck for the rest of the day/week.

I also met with with some other pregnant people yesterday. First, I was lucky enough to have lunch with Lorna from LaLaDiaries. Let me tell you guys, she is sweet and cute and a great conversationalist. Also, (bonus!) pregnant. Ha. I don't have any pregnant friends so that was really nice. Thanks, Lorna, for having lunch with me! Also, did I mention I love your accent?

Then I went to a BBQ at my husband's work and spent most of the time speaking with (*gasp*) another pregnant woman! She is 37 weeks and adorably ready to pop. She kept saying "2-3 more weeks to go" and I kept thinking how jealous I was that she could go at any time and baby would be just fine. This girl impressed the hell out of me with how relaxed and easy she has been with her pregnancy. First of all, physically she has had NO problems with her pregnancy...never even threw up once. Secondly, she is SO damn relaxed about everything pregnancy-related. I mentioned the GD test and she said, "Oh, I didn't do that...I just know I don't have it." This was the theme of her general approach to pregnancy. Wow. Did I mention she's delivering with the same midwives as me. Would I have been like that if I'd started with them since Day 1?

Next, she and her husband took B. and I down to look at their nursery. I was instantly overwhelmed. The diapers alone (of course she's doing cloth diapering) overwhelmed me and scared the shit out of me. Not to mention the amount of research she has put into each item she's bought. And the amount of THINGS they have. I mean, they don't have that much stuff compared to most people (picture teeny tiny nursery), but I don't have ANYTHING, so it seemed like a lot. We also saw their completely-organic diapers, organic bedding, organic mattress and, oh, did I mention their $1200 Stroller? Again, I was overwhelmed. It made me want to go out and start buying things right now.

Finally, the evening ended with all of us standing around discussing The Episode in Mexico. My husband and her husband were joking around the whole time about the incident and it was the first time we joked about the craziness of it all. It was good, because while they acknowledged the horror of it all, we could step back and laugh at some of the funnier moments (such as my boobs hanging out the hospital gown unbeknownst to me while I spoke earnestly to the doctor).

So yep, here I am, halfway there, happily pregnant and hoping to stay that way. Going to enjoy this.