Another Shot, Too Late

So I got the flu.
I had been waiting on the best time to get my flu shot when I didn't have a cold (last week) and when I didn't have anything super fun to attend. You know, just in case it made me sick. I am well aware of the fact that the flu shot cannot make you sick...but sometimes the side effects are pretty rotten too.

Then I got the flu from hell and had my first throw up of the pregnancy. Thankfully it was a quick 24 hour bug that left as suddenly as it came on.
Flu shot officially in me now, so hopefully no more vomit this year :)

Nothing much else has been going on in these parts, just enjoying every moment of this journey!

And we're back to squash...

23 weeks and the size of a butternut.

Feeling the Burn

Week 22 brought heartburn! 

Apparently I have never had heartburn before, because I wasn't even sure what it was when it arrived. I'm still not quite sure that it isn't acid reflux...if that's different from heartburn. Anyway, it's here and I'm eating lots of tums. 

I have to say, despite the heartburn, I am feeling better physically than I have since this little embryo implanted in The Uterus Formerly Known as Empty. I have lots of energy, I am now clearly pregnant and not fat, so I don't feel so gross, and all in all everything is hunky dory around these parts. Another bonus that any infertile who has been pregnant even for a moment might be able to relate to: now that I can feel her moving around, I know almost hourly that she is still there. If only the movement was palpable in the first trimester, it would save so much cray cray.

I totally thought that my pre-prego wardrobe would stretch further into the weeks than it has. Even my long shirts are getting short, and no one wants to see a flesh-colored belly band popping out the bottom of my shirt! So shopping it is.

And! The baby is the size of something other than squash this week :)

 

Yes, I'm totally in pajama pants. Husband was was definitely instructed to leave those out of the picture. Clearly, photography is not his day job...

 

Belated Updates

The post was written. The photos were taken. The photos were not uploaded due to laziness and daylight savings sleepiness, so over a week late...

I'm starting to feel like I have an alien inside me. It was all good and well until I started over analyzing the little being. I have started feeling more than just little pokes in my lower belly. Sometimes I feel rolls, sometimes I feel flip flops, sometimes I feel a limb (one of the four, not sure which!) move from one area to another. It's pretty cool, but also incredibly weird. And if I think about it a lot, it kind of creeps me out! I mean, there is a human in there. In my uterus. Doing whatever little humans do when in a uterus. And it's breathing fluid. It's unbelievable.
As Baby and I rang in 21 weeks of togetherness, Daddy got to feel a big, huge movement on the outside for the first time ever. I don't know that I've ever seen his eyes light up like that; he was in complete and utter awe and so excited. It was just as amazing to watch as it is to feel.

It's also starting to feel a bit crowded in there. After I eat, it feels like I can't take a deep breath and that my ab muscles are streeettttccching. And I have hiccups ALL.THE.TIME. They are not the subtle kind either. Usually a big, loud, awkward hiccup in the middle of a quiet meeting or in the grocery store. So funny for everyone involved!

Baby Girl is the size of sugar pie pumpkin!