I blinked and suddenly it's March.
27 weeks down, and one week left in the second trimester. Frightening and exciting all at the same time.
My sense of smell has been on red alert this entire pregnancy and showing no signs of stopping. Public restrooms are practically public enemy number one. The dogs come in from outside and I have to shoo them away because I can literally smell "the outside" on them. I can sniff out practically anything - good and bad.
I have a nightly ritual that I've started to call "doomed dinners." I can hardly look at or prepare meat, let alone eat it. So, most nights I am holding my breath while preparing something "meaty" for Ryan and then thinking of something simple (and non-meaty) to make for myself. More often then not, what I choose to make for myself doesn't smell or taste good either.
I had my first overly-awkward-stranger-pregnancy-conversation last weekend. While at the grocery store, in the meat section, the meat lady (who we have ordered meat from for several years now but is purely the meat lady) approached me in front of the stew meat and said, "Are you pregnant?! Is it a girl?! I can tell." I had no idea what she meant by being able to tell that it's a girl, but whatever. Meat lady then asked, "Was it planned?" I wouldn't expect a family member to ask this question, let alone a stranger. Because I am a chicken shit, I laughed uncomfortably and assured her that yes, it was planned. Camden then yelled from the shopping cart, "Mommy, wets (let's) go!" and I have never been more thankful that he has the capability of being rude.
At this time, I would like to retract my previous statement that my belly is growing round and not wide. While it still is mostly out front and round - I can't help but notice that it's now growing out in both directions.
Last night while getting ready for bed, I pulled up my pajama pant leg and told Ryan, "I haven't shaved my legs in two weeks. Feel." He gave me the "I really don't want to do this, but I'm going to do this so you don't start crying irrationally" look and was clearly shocked when there was nary a stubble.
I had the (not) pleasure of drinking my lemon lime glucola drink for my glucose test this morning. I thought I would break it up into several chugging sessions but after my second-go, I realize that was a terrible idea and I just needed to chug, chug, chug. I finished the drink and kept it down, but immediately got a monster headache and acid reflux.
In three weeks I'll go back and have an ultrasound to check baby girl's growth. She's measuring "smaller than average," so they want to make sure she is growing and that everything is groovy in there. Given how my belly is growing, I'm confident that she's growing, but know she just may be a small/smaller baby.
Until 30 weeks.