24 is 60%. It's not really significant persay, but I'm feeling fancy. Actually I've been reading Amy Poehler's book all night and she inspired me to write something and I wanted to write about this.
24 weeks equals a baby the size of corn on the cob or your standard 12 inch ruler. The baby is a good bit longer than my hand now and that feels substantial. I can hide my baby bump (in black) but some days it really stands out (horizontal stripes and white are suddenly my friends). I no longer feel like I'm walking around with just a big belly, I'm walking around everywhere with my baby.
To be honest, this past week was a weird one. I think I got a rampant influx of hormones because I've been off the charts emotionally. Not just teary but ending up in full on sobs at least once daily. I fell and hurt my knee, Colin seemed short with me, I didn't feel pretty. Break. Down. I curl up in the fetal position and cry hard for 10 minutes. Super weird. On the plus side, I think my boobs got bigger. So.....yup.
The other weird thing has been eating. I don't crave anything in particular, but I always feel up for eating. And, a lot of the time, I'm grabbing things that aren't healthy which doesn't help with the "not feeling pretty" emotional trigger. I'm trying to be more careful but it's difficult. Tonight I had onion rings for dinner (blame Colin! for being a bad, wonderful husband), which promptly made me feel gross and I chased them with this:
Which I then chased with a cookie. Because a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down?
I don't know. What I am trying to say is this eating thing is tricky and these body changes are tricky. On one hand, I hate that this crazy insecurity occasionally springs up during an event where these changes are WHAT IS PHYSIOLOGICALLY SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. On the other hand, I still need to be healthy.
So sometimes things are dandy and other times I'm crying in the mall, because.........?
Just like the rest of life.
As for the rest of life...
We are in our house. We are so thankful. The afternoon light, the counter space, the windows, the cozy living room. It feels so great to hunker down in this place.
Work is busy (starting this past week actually, could be a definite correlation with the additional exhaustion/emotions) but my students make me laugh on the daily and it's just the best. I really do love it. It's never ever boring. It takes creativity. It takes interpreting messages through minimal context. It takes managing many players but really paying attention to those key few so that they are operating in a way that enables them to create the life they want. It's pretty cool.
So there it is. 24 weeks pregnant. 2 weeks since we moved. 3 weeks until Christmas. 4.1 years until I'm 30. Numbers and things.