Blub, blub, blub

I'm just gonna say it, because as much fun as it is to look back and see myself at different stages of pregnancy, I love reading about how I felt and what was going on in my actual life.

And I feel like a blub.

Not meant as a pity party or anything like that, because when I saw these pictures, I was like...ok, it's not that bad, and actually Rach made me look pretty dang good.  

But, 18 weeks (for me) is that stage of pregnancy where I'm showing, but not really.  Where my stomach still is soft and squishy, instead of tight and round.  Basically, I grew a gut.  I feel way more huge than I did with Jude at this point.  I guess that's to be expected the 2nd go-around.  But, when I looked back to pics...I'm comparative to me at 24 weeks with Jude.  So that's fun.  Not really. 

At 18 weeks, I feel bloated like all the time.

I drink lots of Perrier, cuz that fizz is the sweetness.

Cravings?  Not really except my jazzy sweet tooth is back in full effect...also am liking the veggies again, so hopefully it'll balance out. 

At 18 weeks, I definitely feel little kicks and movements swirling around in my belly.

I'm trying to teach Jude the concept of having a baby in this belly.  I mean, he's gotta be wondering why I take up more and more space on the rocking chair each night (he insists we sit side-by-side).  The other week, when I was showing him my belly he got his confused/concentrating/thinking face, and said, "Baby?  Open it.  Open it."  And I was like, "Oh Bubba, if it were only that easy."

And speaking of getting babies out, Dave and I watched The Business of Being Born the other night on the Netflix.  Super interesting documentary that made me feel powerless and powerful all at the same time.  

I don't think Dave was too happy I didn't warn him about the part where Ricki Lake is naked and in labor.  

And how preg ladies manage to carry around their 2 year olds when they're full term is my latest conundrum.

I can't imagine.

Photos by Rachel