Cheers to another week! I don't know if it was my haircut, or my shirt, or whatever, but I swear my belly is sticking out like 3 inches farther than last week?! Haha I suppose I can expect this until he arrives. I'm kind of ready and hoping he drops because I look ridiculous. Next week I'll move my arm so you can see the full extent of it.
I had zero desire for any sweets throughout my entire pregnancy. Nothing seemed like a good idea to me. Well, all of the sudden I'm like a little kid in a candy shop! Well not so much candy, but baked goods. And not just any baked goods, but a specific brand of chocolate chip cookies (I've experimented with many) and a certain brand of brownie mix (okay, the only one I could find with no hydrogenated oil, but I still think those little chocolate chips make them gold). The Simply chocolate chip cookies, when I get lucky and cook them the perfect amount of time, taste exactly like Subway. It's ridiculously easy, too. I like to make them after dinner and then let them sit out overnight, thennn put them in tupperware. Okay what am I doing, I just wrote a paragraph on cookies. Grayson please come soon so I can snap out of this!!! As for the Zevia, their products are awesome. I drank the ginger ale when I had morning sickness, and the cream soda helps with...um...
So here's my 17 week, 23 week, and 37 week pictures put together. I cannot believe what 20 weeks can do to a pregnant body (let alone 40). I have a newfound respect for all mothers. The fact that you choose to sacrifice your body (for some of you, 4+ times!) for the joys of parenthood is astonishing to me. It's been quite the battle at times. Buying bigger bras, and then even bigger bras, having to deal with your MATERNITY jeans getting tighter every time you put them on, watching every inch of your body get rounder, the numbers on the scale escalating higher, crying at every little thing that's slightly sad, flipping out roid rage style every time the smallest thing doesn't go your way, starving for foods you haven't liked in a decade/never liked at all, feeling like your face is busted no matter how much time you spend in the mirror; all this for a 7+ pound baby! But to have a little human with the genetics of you and your favorite person on the planet is a concept I still cannot comprehend, but so incredibly honored to be able to experience.
I can't believe in 3ish weeks I will have a new title: MOM!