If you’d like to start at week four of my pregnancy journey, click here!
Happy 22 weeks!!!! Do you know what this means??!!?!? I’m finally 6 months pregnant!
Do you know what 22 weeks also means?
It means that I can finally pick my MOM and my NEPHEW up from the airport!
They will be close enough for me to SQUEEZE!!!
It has been seven long weeks since I’ve seen my mother (Remember? I wrote a whole post about her A M A Z I N G visit here while I was 15 weeks pregnant.).
It has been WAY LONGER than that since I’ve seen my nephew.
And it has been EONS since I’ve seen the rest of my family.
I am very, very excited.
Now, on to baby business!
At 22 weeks, baby is the size of a…
Ear of corn
You know what sounds GREAT? A Piña Colada.
Or a Strawberry Daiquiri.
Or a Margarita.
I have had more than one dream where I “accidentally” get really drunk and then freak out because of Fetal Alcohol Poisoning. The relief I feel when I wake up and realize I am sober is second to none.
Stupid pregnancy dreams!
Baby is about 11″ long this week. That’s almost a foot!
Did you know? At 22 weeks, my uterus is about an inch above my belly button. That’s a big leap from 20 weeks, when my OB told me it was just underneath my belly button.
Most babies finally weigh one pound this week, but since we know Baby Girl is heavier than that, I’ll say she’s about 19 ounces.
Actually, one of my apps summed it up nicely by saying that, on average, womb babies measure 10.5-11.8″ this week and weigh 12.7-20.8 ounces.
The other day, I ran into my favorite neighbor at the grocery store, and she asked me how I was feeling.
Did you know that you will be asked how you’re feeling more often while you’re pregnant than during any other time in your life? It’s actually quite nice.
We should change “How are you?” to “How are you feeling?” It’s feels a lot more personal and considerate. I am going to start asking people this when I greet them. Or maybe it will weird them out. Only one way to find out!
Anyway, my neighbor asked me how I was feeling, and I told her that I’m still breezing through this pregnancy, except for the occasional bouts of exhaustion.
I said, “I think I might just have low blood pressure sometimes, because every now and then, I will just be TOTALLY wiped out and useless to the world.”
She said, “Yeah, or you’re pregnant.”
And I laughed and laughed because she’s right and I sometimes forget it – I am growing a live human inside me (SO WEIRD), and it really is a pretty silent but demanding job.
I also told her that I am on the fast track to Weight Gain town, and she said I look “amazing” and that “you can’t even tell” I’m pregnant from the back.
Let me tell you, I don’t even care if she was lying – that woman (who was pregnant when I first moved down here) knows exactly what to say to a pregnant woman.
Take note, everyone else!
I sure am taking notes. I will henceforth tell pregnant women that they “don’t even look pregnant from the back” and that they “look GREAT” and that they “should be exhausted” because they are growing a human. It just makes us feel better to hear these things.
Anyway, this is the size of Baby’s hand at 22 weeks:
And her foot…
And here’s the size of me at 22 weeks!
I thought I would switch up the “pregnancy symptoms” section this week by telling you the symptoms I am NOT having (that many other pregnant women have at this stage):
- No hair changes. I do not have that thick, luscious mane many pregnant women enjoy during pregnancy. This doesn’t surprise me, since I had thin hair to start with.
- No boob leakage. As early as 20 weeks, some women leak colostrum from their nipples. Totally normal! It just hasn’t happened to me.
- No linea nigra. That dark line that runs down the middle of a pregnant belly? Still don’t have it. I probably will, eventually, though. We’ll see!
- No nesting urges. Yet. Deep cleaning my house is still pretty low on my priority list.
- No varicose veins. Hopefully I don’t get these. My mom didn’t, and our pregnancies are virtually identical so far, so fingers crossed.
- No crazy cravings. By crazy, I mean things like peanut butter and pickle sandwiches. *gag* I feel like I want to eat the same things I normally eat, just with a heavier focus on MEAT and also in significantly larger and more frequent portions.
Other than that, nothing has really changed since week 21’s pregnancy symptoms.
I just keep GROWING. The scale has slowed its initially astronomical climb, but I am still expanding.
I am trying to eat healthy things, too, and limit my carb/sweet intake, which is helping keep my weight gain in check. I am still gaining, at about 1/2-1 pound a week these days. Which is a perfect rate for growing a human.
Here’s an example of what I start with every day for lunch. Key word: start.
I usually finish with a cookie or two, some baked sweet potato, crackers and hummus if I have it, guacamole, everything in sight, or maybe just a scoop of ice cream.
I am by no means depriving myself.
I still exercise every single day, though, whether it be a walk or a workout video.
Speaking of ice cream, LOOK WHAT I FOUND THE OTHER DAY.
I have been whining about waffle cones and REAL scoops of ice cream since week 18, and Husband finally showed me a place in Dothan that serves them.
This cone was seriously so amazing and hard-won that I will remember it forever (and I will return to that place often).
Anyway, here are some bump shots.
Sometimes, Baby Girl will kick me so hard that I yelp with surprise and giggle uncontrollably. Because it tickles.
MAN, does it tickle.
Sometimes she kicks me even harder and I say out loud to her, “Okay, okay, already!”
And she is always doing gymnastics in the early morning. I can feel her spinning and twirling around in there from the outside if I place my hand on my belly.
Husband felt Baby kick for the first time week 22!!!
He had a big, adorable grin on his face. It was a kodak moment for me. *click* Remember forever.
In last week’s post, I mentioned that I now have a perma-potbelly when I lie down. It’s a hard little hill on my abdomen.
Here’s a shot of it.
Did you see my 8-month-old puppy trying to get in that picture?
He never leaves me alone.
Look at this cute side-by-side of Rucker’s growth.
I had to take Rucker to the vet week 22 because he is CONSTANTLY ITCHING ALL THE TIME AND IT’S DRIVING HUSBAND AND ME MAD AND ALSO I FEEL BAD FOR RUCKER BECAUSE HE MUST BE PRETTY UNCOMFORTABLE IF HE’S ITCHING ALL THE TIME. I KNOW ALL ABOUT THAT BECAUSE OF PREGNANCY AND HOW THE ITCHINESS MAKES ME WANT TO ROLL THROUGH BURNING COALS SOMETIMES.
Anyway, I had to DRAG him through the vet door, and he proceeded to wait for his appointment like this:
Isn’t he just the saddest little thing?
Well, after an HOUR in the room with one doctor and a bunch of assistants – (Is that what those non-doctor people are called who cycle through the room and try to pet my dog who wants nothing to do with them?) – PLUS a steroid shot PLUS $150 dollars…the diagnosis was that Rucker has a severe case of allergies.
The vet didn’t know if it was environmental or food-related, so we are double-whammying this poor sack of spotted skin with daily double doses of antihistamines and a VERY strict non-chicken/pork/beef AND non-rice/wheat/corn diet.
Rucker is henceforth forbidden from consuming ANYTHING other than his fish and potato dog food. Those are the two main ingredients, plus a bunch of omegas and additives and preservatives.
ONE carb and ONE protein for the next 3 months.
And hopefully, his itchiness will go down.
The vet said that if he’s better at the end of this three-month food trial (plus antihistamines), we will put him back on his old food and see if he starts itching like a maniac again. Then we’ll know if it’s food.
She has a sneaking suspicion that it’s environmental, though. She said that itchiness is the most common complaint of dog owners in Alabama.
Which, if that’s the case…well…we will just have to give him antihistamines and wait to return to Michigan.
I am looking forward to it.
Mainly because this southern state is a hot humid bath of insects.
Did you know? My floors are sometimes wet just because. It won’t even be raining out. There will just be a sheen of moisture on my linoleum.
Also, there are gnats and flies E V E R Y W H E R E.
There are also creepy nasty things lurking in every corner.
Did you know? I killed my first Black Widow the other day. Yeah!
Poor baby Rucker is probably suffering from the droves of pollen and allergens which burst forth from grass and plants and bugs EVERY DAY ALL YEAR ROUND and coat my car and my patio furniture.
Poor pup is probably crawling out of his skin.
It’s hard for ME to breathe out there, and I don’t even have allergies!!!!!!!!!
I wore a Michigan shirt the other day out of sheer Alabama defiance.
I just wish my family and friends were closer.
Excellent news for me: TWO of them are on their way!
I’m so excited for their arrival that I decorated my whole kitchen table with surprise goodies for my nephew. The Present Table also serves as an homage to my grandma who lived in Arizona – she would always have a STACK of presents waiting for us whenever we visited her. Just little trinkets and knick-knacks.
It was the most exciting thing. I still remember it to this day.
So below is my nephew’s stack of presents and activities. Some gifts are things to do, and others are things to wear. I figure that, since he’s in the deep south and we plan to take him to see the ocean for the first time, he should have lots of tropical things to adorn himself with/drink out of.
The Legos are from my mom. She shipped them down here weeks ago in preparation for their stay.
AHHHH I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY ARE ALMOST HERE.
I HAVE TO GO NOW BECAUSE I HAVE TO GO RETRIEVE MY FAMILY FROM THE AIRPORT!!!!!!!!!!
I am SOOOOOO ready for them.
I think baby Rucker might be more excited than I am.
See you next week!!!!!!!