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…