I don’t think there’s as much of a change from week 19 to 20 as there was from 18 to 19.
I’m halfway done! It seems like just yesterday I took THE TEST. I can’t believe it’s been almost 17 weeks since then. This shirt happens to be regular shirt, but it’s one of the very few that still fit me.
As my soon-to-be-sister-in-law told me last night as I almost waddled into the living room from the kitchen at my parents’ house, “I just…I want to be really nice about this…you’re getting your butt back!”
Before Logan, I was a 32 C and I had junk in my trunk. After Logan, my curves went away, and that sucked. So frankly, I’m happy they’re back. I’m not really used to the love handles that come with them, though. But whatever, I’ve gained almost ten pounds in the last however many weeks, hopefully I don’t gain the “assigned” one per week from now on. But that thought takes a backseat to my often-insatiable hunger, and my craving for Chick-Fil-A, Jimmy John’s, and Domino’s.
I really do want all of those. All right now.
A few days ago, we found out that it is, indeed, another boy (just like I’ve thought the whole time). The conversation in the ultrasound room went a little like this:
Ultrasound Tech: So, do you two have any idea what you’re having?
Me: Well, we’re kind of hoping for a girl, but I really, honestly think it’s a boy.
Ultrasound Tech: Hmmm…well, I think this little one might be a girl! [short pause] Oh, wait…no. Nope. That right there? Those are balls.
And so they were. It’s another round of XY, blue, footballs, testosterone for these Schinskys! Now we just have to find a good name…
Boys are so lovely aren’t they? And adore their mummies. No sass and attitude like girls. I’d be happy with another boy third time round. Keep up the good work
Thank you! I love having a little boy, and he sure does love his mama. I’m just ready for him to outgrow the Terrible Twos!
You officially have the most adorable baby belly I’ve ever seen. I wish blogging had been a thing nearly 19 years ago when I had my first….
Fuck I’m feeling old these days.
Aww, thanks! I got amazingly lucky when it comes to pregnancy genetics. I only gained 21 lbs with Logan. With this one, though, I’m only halfway through, and I’ve already gained 10 lbs. Whatever, doesn’t change my appetite. LOL
As cute as your baby bump is, I simply DO NOT miss being able to get pregnant. There was a time when I did. Once you have a hysterectomy you sometimes get those little twinges where you feel sad because you no longer have the option.
But now that I have five teenagers in this apartment and 13 years of sobriety, I’m thinking: EFF that. I’ll live vicariously through Kristen.
You ARE adorable. (p.s. Do Kegels so you don’t pee everytime you sneeze, fart, cough, or laugh after the baby is born.)
Since this one is another boy, we’re leaving our options open as to having another. But I know for sure I won’t want more than three, whether all XY, or if I happen to have an XX next time. Husband’s the one getting fixed, though.