We are now in our 21st week of pregnancy, and everything is going pretty well. For a while my skin thought I was 16 years old, but (knock on wood) that seems to be passing. Phew. I’m more tired than I’d like to be at this stage. I guess I don’t feel like I should need a nap every day. I’ve managed to make it a couple days w/o the nap, but by 8:15PM I’m ready for bed. Ugh. Is this to prepare me for the perpetual exhaustion of having a newborn? Sigh…
At the 20 week mark, my workouts have definitely started to suffer. I thought I’d be able to do cool, fun things like Kettle bell swings for my whole pregnancy, but that doesn’t look like it’s going to happen. I swung that bitch about 10 times the other day, and I thought my abs were going to explode. My midwife doesn’t want me doing anything that involves “bouncing”, so box jumps and double unders are off limits. Burpees haven’t been put on the “no” list, but they sure are uncomfortable. Baby sure doesn’t like the motion of getting down and up! Something about tucking my legs back under me gets uncomfortable in my lower abs.
I’ve gained 10lbs so far, which is just about what I expected. It scares me to death that some websites are telling me that I’ll gain a pound a week from here on out. Um, excuse me? You mean to tell me that you think I’ll put on ANOTHER 20 pounds!? You’re NUTS! I mean….if I gain another 20lbs, how am I supposed to keep doing pull-ups!?
This Saturday is our ultrasound, and I’m SO excited! I have decided that regardless of her reaction, Katelyn should be there. Just about every person I talk to seems to think that she’ll come around and be happy regardless of the baby’s sex. Being there to witness the ultrasound might make things seem a little more “real” to her. Maybe she’ll even start keeping her room clean. (not likely)