25 Weeks

As noted in the last post--I am still here and getting fatter by the day. In a good way. But I have notably slacked on documenting this baby, so I thought I'd remedy that a bit.

 I am 25 weeks along. I think that is about six months. This pregnancy (once I wasn't sick) has FLOWN. Probably because I have been, up to this point, much more focused on the move to Miami-finding an apartment, figuring out expenses, packing and paring down our household items.

But that's not to say that I don't feel pregnant. I have started having leg cramps pretty regularly at night, which is annoying and miserable. I feel like I am hungry before bed, but that gives me heart burn, so then I try to decide whether I want to eat or go to bed hungry. Sterling doesn't understand this dilemma-I guess he hasn't had heart burn enough. I am definitely in maternity clothes now, even though people are still kind and say they can barely tell (this outfit made it pretty noticeable, I think). But other than that I am definitely in the end-of-second-trimester-loving-pregnancy phase.

I feel baby girl kick ALL the time. Sterling asked me about it the other night, if she kicks, and so I put his hand on my belly and he goes "WOAH!" Then he asks why I never do that (I used to put his hand on my belly all the time with the other two) and I guess its just cause she is moving ALL. THE. TIME. Incessantly. Never stops. Truly. It's nice most of the time, but sometimes she gets stuck on kicking one spot over and over, and that is annoying-it starts to hurt. 

As far as cravings, I don't really have any, besides I just feel hungry more often. I have LOVED subway sandwiches and it has to have lots of pickles (but I always love pickles)(extra side note: my dad loves food and eats everything, but he says that a pickle is too overpowering for a burger/sandwich so he used to let me pick them off of his and put them on mine whenever we happened to eat them together). I want the pickles so much that I always ask specifically for extra. Sterling and I agreed that I could get a sandwich every Tuesday for lunch at work, instead of packing one. Bonus: Tuesday's are free cookie day in Morgan. Those have been especially tasty to me lately as well. Milk finally tastes good again. Dairy was really hard for me the first trimester (which is hard, since it's pretty much my primary source of hydration) and even when I stopped being sick, milk still tasted funny. It tasted funny enough that I still didn't like to drink it that much. Thankfully, it has resumed its normal taste and I can drink it by the gallons again.

I only have one more appointment with my favorite OBGYN of all time, and then its off to finding one in Miami. Sigh. I am not too excited about that--but oddly, not too worried either. I just pray that this baby isn't breech, and while I know there are a lot of other things that can go wrong, because of my past experience, this one stays uppermost in my mind. Stay head down baby girl!

PS When did things start to disappear in our house? I am currently missing our garlic press, my cookie dough scoop, and Will's ikea sippy cup. So annoying. I keep thinking they'll pop up in the kids toy box or something--maybe Will got it and walked away with it? I hate it when things are missing.