So, week 20...
Last week I could walk around and people would not have any idea that I was pregnant unless I told them. But something happened over the last couple of days and it involved an increasing waist line. My jeans have started getting snugger. Ok, maybe more than snug. I've already had to retire two pairs of jeans and I actually wore maternity pants to work last week. For the first time I'm starting to actually look pregnant.
This little guy growing inside of me is moving around a lot these days. I still haven't gotten used to the feeling. The other morning I was half asleep, laying on my stomach and I felt a kick (punch?) so strong that at first I thought he actually moved the mattress away from my belly.
And speaking of sleeping...I am having the craziest dreams lately. Last night I dreamed Leif and I were at an open house and the homeowners were taking internet requests from people who wanted to ask us questions. I got one question that was something along the lines of "At three in the morning when I was hungry why didn't you feed me back at Silent Hill Hospital?" Silent Hill, as in the horror video game. Complete with creepy nurses, dark hallways, and crazy cult members. In my dream I totally denied working there but in my dream reality I really did and just didn't want to admit it. I don't see any resemblance. Figure that one out Freud.
Tomorrow is the start of Week 21 and, I'm sure, a host of new feelings and experiences.
