and this July.
I think I've finally reached the point where people can tell that I'm actually pregnant--not just the "she might be..." stage.
A few weeks ago I was wondering when that second trimester energy was going to come.
I guess it just isn't the same when you spend all your time with two-year-old.
But I've been feeling really great the past two weeks or so; definitley nesting-I have this intense desire to get every closet, drawer, box, and corner of my house in perfect order before the baby gets here.
I know that it isn't really important to have it all done, but it feels like it is.
I get intense and very specific cravings, usually in the evenings.
A few times a week I find myself really wanting a tuna fish sandwich around 9:30 at night.
Kent tells me that is strange, but it doesn't seem like it to me.
I mean, it's what I want.
I can't be the only person who likes to eat tuna before bed, right?
A day or two ago I was just sitting in the living room and suddenly I needed a snickerdoodle.
And last night, I was tearing up my iceberg lettuce for my salad, and at that moment, I realized that the thing I wanted most in the whole world was to eat the spaghetti I had in the cafeteria of Snow College one summer when I was at youth conference.
That one was a little weird, I admit.
And then there's the excitement of my shrinking pregnant brain. Inability to communicate without fumbling my words, inability to remember things I said or did only moments earlier, that sort of stuff.
Did you know that they've actually done studies and proven that a woman's brain literally shrinks when she's pregnant?
Don't ask me who "they" are, but I believe them!
And the dreams. I have awesome pregnant dreams. Happily, I'm past the nightmares stage of the first trimester, and now I have dreams about really cool things.
Like Josh Groban helping me set up my Christmas tree and serenading us,
swimming with dolphins in a Church pageant,
and being in the cast of the waterworld show at Universal Studios.
Things are going really well. I keep forgetting that I'm pregnant, actually.
I guess Nicholas keeps me too busy thinking about other things.
But then I happen to walk past a mirror and
oh yeah! We're having a baby girl!
It's pretty exciting to remember that.
5 comments:
Oh I HATED the pregnant brain! Always fumbling on my words, trying to remember how to speak in complete sentences.
And I'm so glad your dreams have improved. Josh Groban at Christmastime is definitely a winner!
I don't think my pregnant brain ever went away. what's up with that. lol! glad things are going so well.
I think you are darling. I love the year perspective thing, I think I'll have to do that, too.
Tuna sounds good all the time to me. It's amazing that you can remember a dish you had long ago! I can only remember a select memorable meals!
Oh my gosh! Becca! It's been ages and ages since I've checked anyone's blog--I didn't even know you were pregnant! CONGRATS! And a girl! That's so exciting! So exciting I can't write in anything but exclamation points!
YAY!!!
Yaaaay for making it to the "I-actually-look-pregnant" stage! You are adorable. Not big in the slightest. That little gal is being kind to you.
And isn't it nice to not worry about everything? Little men tend to take your mind off of ... almost everything. Until, of course, Mac cannon-bombs my stomach and then it is suddenly extremely important that he not squish baby sister. Maybe if I say it to him enough right now, by the time she is born, he will be gentle as can be?
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