We’ve hit the six-month mark! I can’t quite believe it.
I’m feeling wonderful! This second trimester has treated me very well. After being so sick in the first, it’s made it even sweeter to feel so good in the second. It’s just a great stage right now. The baby is moving around like crazy which is inexplicably awesome to feel, and my baby bump is definitely obvious but not heavy or uncomfortable yet. I’m seriously soaking up every single day of this.
I stepped on the scale the other day and it wasn’t pretty. I was at 22 weeks and had somehow already gained over 20 pounds. Oops. That seemed like a lot but I wasn’t sure, so I did some recon. Here is the chart that gave me the not so polite answer of “you’ve gained 9 more pounds than you should have.” The lines show the upper and lower bound of recommended weight gain for someone with my starting weight and height. The green dot is me.
I blame ice cream.
Seemingly contrary to the point above, a couple of months ago I joined 24 Hour Fitness. Talk about 5 words I NEVER thought would come out of my mouth. I’m not exactly a gym rat. Our evening walks with Maya had always been about the extent of my physical activity. But I want to have a healthy pregnancy, and the oppressive Texas heat was taking away my chance to even keep up the neighborhood walks. So I took up swimming. Best decision ever. I love it, and our fertility specialist had recommended it as the absolute best workout for a pregnant woman. It’s safe and it’s aerobic while also working out every muscle in the body. I swim 3x a week at the gym’s lap pool, and I’ve honestly kept to it. I’m really proud of myself. It may not sound like much, but I haven’t had a regular workout routine in….. well, I guess never.
So when I realized I had packed on so many pounds—which was honestly a surprise—I asked Kolby if he thought there is ANY way that swimming was behind some of the weight gain. And like a good husband, he said “sure, because you’ve added muscle and muscle weighs more than fat.” I’m happy to let that be the final word on the matter because I like his answer :)
Here is my 24 weeks (6 months) picture:
Planning for the baby’s room is coming right along. I am a VERY dangerous shopper right now :) Boxes keep being delivered to our house and Kolby is always perplexed when I can’t even think what each one might be. I think that means I’m ordering too much. We’re using touches of gray/white chevron (apparently ‘chevron’ is the new name for zig-zag?!?) and if you go to Etsy.com and type in gray chevron… you can see where the danger comes from. Everything is so cute! I’ve already ordered pillow covers, a baby blanket, and a changing pad cover. I’m hoping I can stop there. Kolby can’t really complain though because he’s also purchased a baseball lamp, baseball nightlight, baseball cards, and a Beckett baseball card magazine (yes, the name of the magazine is Beckett, but I promise that's not how we came up with our baby's name!).
My mom is coming in town for a long weekend to help me get our closets and garage better organized so that we’ll have more room. Then we’ll be ready to paint the baby’s room and then assemble furniture and really start pulling it all together!
