Nineteen.

 Tired of photos of just me. So: sister, cousin, me, cousin, sister. Don’t judge me for wearing the same dress as last week, mmkay?

How far along? 19 weeks, 3 days. (My due date was moved up a day to August 31st, Mike’s birthday!)

How big is baby? 16 centimeters and 9 ounces. NINE OUNCES. Which, according to my postage scale, is heavier than my camera lens but lighter than two seasons of Friends.  Helpful.

Total weight gain: + 6lbs (or seven – my scale isn’t the most accurate. Heh.)

Maternity Clothes? I’ve been on spring break this week, so I’ve been living in yoga pants and capri exercise bottoms with t-shirts. It’s been delightful. And I’m sure Clinton and Stacy would be proud. Right.

Stretch marks? Not yet. Though I am starting to fear those – I saw a new mom’s stomach…and oh boy. I am scared.

Sleep: Aside from waking up early this morning thanks lots of baby movement, then spilling a glass of water on my way to the kitchen to grab a Clifbar because I was ravenous, it hasn’t been too terrible, actually.

Movement: KICKING! I’ve felt definite, distinct movement in my belly that is more than just flutters. It sort of feels like a twitch – because I don’t know it’s coming. It also reminds me of a really strong heartbeat or something. It’s hard to explain, but it is just the coolest thing ever. It makes this much more real – more real than the ultrasound photos, even.  Last night, Mike got to feel the baby kick when he was holding his iPod up my stomach to introduce Bebe to some music. The baby thumped at the iPod several times. It was pretty much awesome.

Food cravings: Alfredo sauce, mini ice cream Drumsticks, Ben and Jerry’s, fruit smoothies, and ketchup (not alone – but anything that you can eat with ketchup? I want it.) Going to the grocery store always ends with lots of impulse purchases. And I go with it, because really? When will I get this chance again to eat so much food?

What I miss: Sleeping on my stomach without fear of crushing the baby. Now that I can fell him kicking, I’m ridiculously concerned that if I move too suddenly I’ll hurt him. It’s silly, but I can’t help but picture him in there, all fragile.

What I am looking forward to:  I am really happy with how things are going right now – I’m terrified of getting huge and the actual birth – so let’s just freeze time so I can stay this pregnant for the entire pregnancy.  Then the baby can just float out of my belly while I sleep. Sound good? 

Milestones: Ultrasound and finding out the sex. We both felt the baby kick for the first time. Pretty big milestones. 

Oh, and THIS: I smell. All the time. It’s bad news. Let’s not talk about it. Except let’s because I feel like a freak.