In the usual hustle and bustle of the Mac House, I often sort of forget that I’m pregnant. I mean, I can’t entirely forget (something about that big tummy reminds me), but it often gets moved to the back burner behind a busy toddler, demanding job, husband (no comment as to whether he’s busy or demanding :-), and various life stuff. It’s in contrast to my pregnancy with Clare where I obsessed over being pregnant, what I was eating, drinking, feeling, etc. this time around I just sort of go about my business and take a prenatal vitamin at the end of the day.
I’m at 24 weeks now, and I’m in the “sweet spot” of pregnancy between the fatigue and nausea of the first trimester and the aches and discomfort of the third trimester. In general I feel pretty good, have good energy (so long as I don’t skip a meal), and don’t have to much discomfort. The baby continues to be very active – strong kicks, stretches, and movement. I love that he’s developing hearing my voice reading and talking to Clare, J’s voice and also Clare’s voice. It often feels like he’s part of the action already, albeit mostly to me though. Last week when we were throwing rocks in the lake he was active and kicking – it felt like he wanted to come out and play too. He’ll often wiggle around when Clare’s in my lap, and I like to think he’s trying to cuddle with his sister.
20 weeks!
24 weeks! OK, so it doesn’t look like much of a difference but I swear I feel bigger.
Last night at dinner Clare told me that she also had a baby in her tummy. I asked her what her baby was doing there and she told me “growing.”
