God, I hope this is the halfway point. My new focus is on whether or not baby boy will arrive by Thanksgiving — per his due date — in order to make his family quite proud and happy and to make his mama not extremely uncomfortable. A thinks he will definitely be here. The midwives are skeptical, as their training tells them to be. My sister delivered 2 weeks early, so we’ll see. My mom had C-sections, so she’s not in the pattern.
Yesterday marked 20 weeks. He is seeming real-er now, for a myriad of reasons. We got sucked into an outlet mall this weekend and accidentally bought him a lot of clothing, though all of it was in deep discount, so for under $40 the zunzun made out pretty good. He now has beach gear for next summer, and some other adorablenesses (striped bib overalls! god help me).
I have been feeling good, back to super hungry. My pelvis has calmed down quite a bit. I haven’t had any more recurring bouts of heartburn of note. I like being noticeably pregnant now. Lots of greetings of solidarity from women on the street — pregnant women, yes, but also women I can only assume are mothers.
A leaves Thursday for two weeks. I’m going to my parents’ house for the weekend, and we’re daytripping to my sister’s, where I will make out with a bounty of hand-me-downs. I will try to coax some pink and purple clothing out of her, even though she’s very resistant. I won’t tell her we bought baby boy the most adorable pair of pink striped pants on Saturday…