Week 13

Baby is the Size of a Peach

13 weeks, 4 days

Baby is 2.9 inches long and has fingerprints!

How far along? 13 weeks

Maternity clothes? I have no idea why people fight wearing maternity clothes.  I'm going to wear these maternity pants for the rest of my life.  I feel like I'm wearing pajamas, but am wearing pants! Pregnancy perk! I don't need them yet, but why the heck not?!

Stretch marks? No

Sleep: No more naps!  

Best moment(s) this week: Drinking coffee again.  Thank you to all who responded to last week's post and made me feel like I'm not the worst mommy-to-be ever by indulging in one cup of coffee a day.  I started with a  regular cup and thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest, so I switched to half caff.  Now, I'm getting under the allowed limit of caffeine, enjoying an energy boost, and feeling human.  When I started drinking coffee again my non-coffee drinking husband suggested that I not since I had already weened myself off.  HA. 

Miss Anything? 

-Working out-- Who knew?!  Yes, I'm allowed to work out now, but it's way too hot outside for this mama.  I keep saying I'm going to start prenatal yoga, but have yet to actually show up to a studio.  I really miss boot camp, but unfortunately my doctor said that was too strenuous.  Oh well, guess I'll eat another cookie.

 -BEER.  It's summer, it's hot.  All I want is a Sam Adams Summer Ale with a lemon.  Also, a tangerine wheat.  Football season is going to be a struggle. 

Movement: I swear I can feel it flipping around in there, but it's most likely definitely my imagination. 

Food cravings: Every time I go grocery shopping I do an extra loop by the bakery and drool stare at the donuts, but have refrained.  I'm not sure how much longer I can say no...I just want one, or twelve. 

Anything making you queasy or sick: Meat.  I can do some ground beef or turkey if it's prepared for me, but chicken is totally grossing me out. 

Gender: Holy meltdown of the week.  So, I asked my husband if he would be interested in finding out the gender of our baby early (a whole month!) and he said no.  His reasoning was that he didn't want the gender to be wrong and he didn't want to pay for it since it wasn't "necessary."  Cue the breakdown.  I'm really not much of a crier, but I could not stop.  I explained (in between sobbing and trying to eat my chile relleno casserole) how I wanted to see our baby again and how I have something inside of me and need to know if it's a boy or girl.  He did eventually agree that we can go early and then I cried more.  Here's a middle finger to you hormones and an apology to my dear husband.  

Labor Signs: No

Symptoms: 

-Crying- during baby commercials, listening to All American Girl by Carrie Underwood, TV shows... It's uncontrollable.  I was watching Army Wives and Jeremy died and I LOST IT.  I even went upstairs and told Mike that Jeremy died and how upset I was about it... he thought I was talking about an actual person until I explained the episode.. poor husband. 

-Thirst- liquids at all times = bathrooms almost all the time

Belly Button in or out? In

Wedding rings on or off? On

Happy or Moody most of the time: Both-- I am over the moon excited about this baby, but clearly my moods are all over the place this week. 

Looking forward to: Looking pregnant instead of fat.  I'm over "Oh, you are?  I couldn't tell!"  Really, so you think this bulge in my stomach that I'm rubbing is just my lunch burrito?