17 Weeks

Wow. I'm 17 weeks today. (Maybe? At my ultrasound at 15W6D, the ultrasound tech said I measured 16W4D, so who knows, really.) According to my app, Forrest is the size of a pomegranate. This morning, I felt him moving around a lot, which is always comforting. 

In other news, we have a crib! Danny and I put it together Thursday evening, which is always a good way to test your relationship. Can you interpret these badly labeled pictures (and unlabeled pieces) together? Will someone walk away mad? We successfully got it put together and we'd only snapped at each other a few times. Definitely a success. 

I'd ordered bedding and swaddling blankets from Target and, hilariously, every single tiny package of sheets is shipping separately. So I don't have any sheet sets yet, but I do have swaddling blankets with a nautical theme, so that's a plus, I suppose. I'm excited to get sheets put on the surprisingly huge crib mattress so I can see how it will "really" look. 

I'm not longer sick all day, which is a definite plus. I'm still really, really tired all the time. Everyone told me I would have "so much energy" in the 2nd trimester, but I'm not sure I 100% believe that; I can still take a 2-3 hour nap everyday around 2:00. 

I've been hungrier a lot more than usual. I've also started to get heartburn randomly throughout the day. I have a big bag of Tums with me in my purse now, just in case I need them. I'm hoping with some dietary changes (no more Taco Bell, I whisper to myself, sadly) I will be able to avoid bad heartburn everyday, but I can't make any promises. 

It's weird to finally be showing, and I can tell I'm showing, but the average person would still look at me and think, "She must really like Taco Bell." (Which isn't a lie, exactly.) This is evident in the fact that I nearly got hit by a truck yesterday while walking to work.

That's my life at 17 weeks. I still sleep (and eat) a lot. But I'm starting to feel more "normal", although that's a really, really relative term. I'm also desperately trying to convince Danny we should go to Disneyland one more time before the baby is born, but he doesn't seem very into it.