I'm officially over the halfway point so the reality is setting in. Mr. Squirmy continues to prove his presence more and more. This morning his kicks kept jolting me. I mean, they weren't strong kicks or anything (by gosh he's hardly big enough yet) but he seemed to enjoy aiming at areas in my abdomen that have a lot of nerves. Think: the doctor-hitting-knee-with-hammer feeling but inside your abdomen. Yikes it's weird.
I spent the Thanksgiving weekend in Reno with most of my family. I don't think Mr. Squirmy went hungry. I ate so much-- and I felt entitled to it. Our flight was on Thursday at 6 am, which meant I had to be up at 3 am. I was wired until around 9 am and then I crashed. On top of it all, I decided to come down with a cold the day before I left. I felt pretty miserable. I did manage to play some penny slots with my grandma in the hotel casino before passing out at 9:30 pm. It was a whirlwind of a weekend with the fam and I hardly felt I had time to breathe. I got back home yesterday afternoon and then headed off to Ikea for drapery fabric. I'm going to make the drapes for the baby room today via Cory's sewing machine and her sewing expertise. They're red and cream striped with a second red solid. That'll probably end up being my theme. It's clean and streamlined, like I like, without having to dive into the stereotypical blue on blue for boys.
I've also noticed I can feel my pulse just about all the time. When I'm laying on my side, I can feel my blood pounding through my face, head, neck, hips, etc. Or when I'm sitting up and reading, I can see my wrist just pulsing. I even showed it to Dave, who thought it was freakish. However, it sort of makes sense when you think about the fact that my blood production has basically doubled.
My belly seems to be popping out more and more. Particularly, this past week or so. My belly button is even starting to thin out. I wore my biggest non-prego jeans last week for what I believe will be the last time. They kept cutting into my belly and I even resorted to undoing the button when I was sitting at my desk at work. So now I'm down to two pairs of prego jeans, two prego skirts, some elastic waist skirts and yoga pants. Unfortunately, as much as I'd like to, I can't really wear my yoga pants to work. Bummer. Otherwise I seriously would. Everyday.