This week’s baby body stats:
*How far along: 15 weeks! Two more weeks until we find out Baby Z’s gender!
*Weight: 120 pounds. +1 since last week.
*How I’m feeling: Surprisingly…pretty great! The baby experts are right – I’m definitely starting to have more energy and feel less like a zombie now that I’m in my second trimester. Although these days I’ve been getting less zzz’s for a whole new reason – the Summer 2012 Olympics! Go US women’s gymnastics team!
*Cravings: I had a serious craving for sushi earlier this week. *Sob* Oh spicy white tuna and avocado rolls, how I miss you.
*Emotions: Still up and down. I was really weepy at the beginning of the week – the Olympic commercials paying tribute to athletes’ mothers are not helping this mom stay dry-eyed. But then who am I kidding? These days I sob watching the Proactive infomercials. Those poor girls with bad skin.
*Sleep: Other than not getting enough of it because J and I both have Olympic fever, I’m totally out like a light the moment my head hits the pillow. Still waking up to pee a lot though. Sigh.
*Belly thoughts: I’m enormous. I know I said that my belly “popped out” last week, but now my belly has REALLY popped out. I’ve been wearing my brand-new belly band every day this week and can no longer imagine life without it. I’m hoping to put off buying maternity pants for as long as possible.
*Dreams: Still having unpleasant dreams…and still mainly about Henry! 😦 A couple of nights ago I dreamed that Henry and I were lost in the woods (even though we live in Manhattan, for heaven’s sake. What woods?). Henry decided to leave me behind to join a wild wolf pack. The traitor.
*Thought of the week: Please Lord, please don’t let Baby Z turn out to be a douchebag (pardon my language) like Ryan Lochte. I really don’t want to go on national television just to say, “My son only has time for one night stands.” Amen.
*Special Moments: Earlier this week, when I was standing on a crowded subway train on my way to work, I heard the woman standing next to me say to her teenage son, “Can’t you see that lady is pregnant? Get up and give your seat to her!” Without missing a beat, I immediately sat down and was in the midst of saying “Thank you” — when I realized that there was a very, very obviously pregnant woman standing right next to where I was standing – and that was who the woman meant to give her son’s seat to…not me. Red-faced and horrified, I got up and gave my seat to her while everyone looked at me as though I was insane for pretending to be pregnant. I guess I’m not as obviously pregnant to the outside world as I think I am 😦