16 Weex

Tomorrow is 16 weex. Holy...16 weex already? Where did that 4 months go? Oh yeah, praying to the porcelain god, living on the couch and sleeping 12 hours a day to get 3 good hours of sleep. NOW I remember! I am very happy to say that things are finally looking UP!

Within the last week, I've been on 2 walks in the park that were about 1.5 miles each, to the mall once to walk for an hour and to the gym once to walk on the treadmill for 25 minutes. I've eaten healthy dinners at home atleast 4 nights in the past week. I've slowed down on the Hostess and I even find some vegetables appetizing again. I care about how I look again. I haven't puked (with the exception of swallowing an entire mouthful of toothpaste...that would make me puke if I wasn't pregnant) in 2 weeks. I haven't taken any nausea meds for even longer than that. And I have almost no food aversions at this point. Sounds like the yuck is on it's way out. I'm like a whole new person!!

I feel so much better now that I want to be healthier. In being healthier, I've found that my disposition has improved tremendously. I actually don't mind being pregnant now. I look forward to things now, like doctor's appointments and baby showers and new maternity clothes and stuff. I look forward to exercise. Given, it isn't anything to help me lose weight, but it gets me off the couch and moving. That can only help me...my behind needs to see less of the couch.

On the downside, I seem to have a very short fuse now. It isn't with people close to me (most of the time), it's with people I don't know...bad drivers, grocery store clerks, trashmen. I berated a guy at the Department of Public Works last week. Click here to read about that horrific and embarrassing incident. That story is the perfect example of my attitude toward stupidity. I can't stand to be treated like an idiot. I can't stand for people to act like they have absolutely NO effin' common sense. And I can't stand people who insist on braking every 30 seconds simply because it's fun. And DON'T get me started on the grocery store. I almost lost it on the weekend because all of the prepackaged potato salad was expired. I had to keep telling myself, "It's just potato salad. Let it go."

My 16 weex doctor appointment isn't until next Tuesday...at almost 17 weex. We'll see how that goes. I may end up getting another ultrasound. And that would be awesome! There is a slight chance that we will find out the sex. If not this appointment, then the next one in the middle of April. I'm not getting my hopes up, but I've heard quite a few people say they've found out at around 17 weex. It would just be great. If not, oh well.

I *think* I've felt baby move a couple of times. I'm not sure because I've never felt it before. Sort of feels like I'm going to...ummm...toot. But then I never do. Interesting. Hopefully I'll get a more concrete sort of feeling soon.

And here is me...very tired and taking pictures for the sake of having 16 weex pictures...

Growing....

and growing.

The beloved 16 weex Buddha belly...