I know I don’t usually include the typical details like how big the baby is and what vegetable it resembles but this week is particularly cool because the baby hit the 1lb mark! And it’s the size of a spaghetti squash. That just seems huge to me, but hey, I guess it’s true. I can feel him all over the place, kicking and rolling and throwing punches.
Did you catch that pronoun?
It’s a boy! Callum’s going to have a little spaghetti squash BROTHER!
Katie was pretty pissed off about it, and I don’t blame her. I love my sisters and I can’t imagine life without my very own sister! But now she gets to have me all to herself with no comparisons or competitions with other females. Plus, I convinced her that Callum won’t follow her around and bug her so much if he has a little brother to play with.
Sure, I would have loved to have had a girl with Andrew, but there’s just something about a mama and her boys. I’m not the most girliest of girls, and so I don’t feel the need to bond over fancy tea and shopping trips and anti-clumping mascara but if I ever get the urge, I have Katie. And if she ever gets the urge, she knows I’ll stop running and farting long enough to meet her halfway. <3
The only symptom really worth noting this week is just how much I always have to go pee. I can’t just put my runners on and head out the door for a 10 miler anymore. Oh, no no no no no. I have to time it so that I don’t have anything to eat or drink at least 2 hours before, or I’ll be soiling my shorts. I also have to make sure I have something to eat or drink that day, or I won’t have the energy to push through it. If I run in the morning, I have to make sure I eat and drink in the middle of the night (which isn’t a problem these days) and save my coffee for post-run. And, the most notable of all, I don’t just have one morning poo anymore; I poo all day long. I guess because of the pressure from the baby, or something. Or maybe it’s the mass quantities of food I’m consuming to keep up with the pregnancy and my mileage. But either way, I spend a lot of time on the toilet.
Pregnancy isn’t glamorous.
Oh, speaking of which, I found puffy vag veins. The books and the websites tell us that our breasts and bellies get sparkly new webs of veins during pregnancy because of the increased blood flow, which makes sense. And it only makes sense that said veins would blow up the vag-ay-jay too since it’s the swinging exit door, except nobody really tells us those things. At first, when I saw it, I thought it was a cut or a bruise or something and I began trying to rub it out but naturally, I couldn’t. But boy oh boy did I put in a good effort.
Posts comparing the size of the baby to fruits and vegetables sound way more normal right about now, don’t you think?
I weigh 131 lb still. Same as last week, so about an 8-11lb weight gain so far. Belly is growing like cray, and the baby feels like a Costco-sized spaghetti squash, so we’re all good. I have my next obstetrician appointment on Wednesday, so that will be good too. I’m curious to hear back any information from our detailed scan we had last week.
I don’t have a photo of my belly at 22 weeks pregnant with Callum, but I do know I weighed 136lb, and I was having so many contractions even at 22 weeks pregnant that I had to go into the hospital and get monitored and given some IV fluid. This pregnancy is a
walk run in the park compared to the last one! I’m no fool though; it can change at any moment. Here’s a belly pic of me at 23 weeks pregnant with Callum:
These pics were taken at the physio clinic I worked at. Don’t mind the garbage can–I had no idea back then that I’d be putting these up here! The gentleman in the photo behind me was one of the founders of the clinic and he passed away, so there’s a plaque in his honor and several pieces of his artwork hanging on the office walls. <3
If you’re interested in my weekly running mileage, here is the link to my Mileage Monday for my 22nd week of pregnancy.
Do you have siblings? If not, do you wish you had them? If you do, do you have both brothers and sisters? If not, do you wish you had both?
What are the pros and cons of having a sister and/or a brother?
Where are you in the birth order and how do you think it affects your personality and your life choices?