23 weeks

Size of baby: About a pound, or the size of a large mango.

Total Weight Gain: About 15 pounds.

Maternity Clothes: Got a few things for the colder weather this past weekend.  Can I just say I love Gap Maternity Jeans?  They are long enough, and I was able to get two pairs since I snagged them during their half off sale.

Gender: Boy. No name.  I hope we think of one before he comes.

Movement: Just felt and saw a big roll.  He's really active right at bedtime.

Sleep: Depends on the night.  It's starting to get more uncomfortable.

What I miss: I miss going to the gym and getting a good night's rest.

Cravings: Nothing specific lately, but I sure am eating a lot.  It's rare that I eat a meal and feel completely satisfied.  I just keep wanting more.

Symptoms: Braxton-Hicks contractions.  I have been having 3-5 a day for the last week.  It's not common to have them this early, but not unheard of either.

Best moment this week:  If you ask Brady what's in mommy's tummy, he'll say "baby."  Poor boy has no idea what is going to happen to him.

I was able to get in to my OB here in Utah.  It's the same practice where I went with Tyler, so at least I had a bit of familiarity going there.  At that appointment I was measuring perfectly.  It was weird to not get an ultrasound, since I have had one at every other appointment because of the hematoma.  I had 10 appointments, all with ultrasounds, before I hit 20 weeks.  I found out I will be delivering at the same hospital as Tyler, and their policy is still to schedule c-sections at 39 weeks which is Tyler's birthday.  And one other coincidence--I moved from Texas to Utah both times I was pregnant. 

I also figured it had been quite awhile since I snapped a belly picture, so I asked my dad to do it for me on Sunday after church. 

First try:

 Ack!  That's not a belly shot, that's a butt shot.  Guess my nonstop eating is catching up to me.  Here, let's move where there are less distractions, and maybe if I put my arm here to hide my butt...

 Hmm, not much better, and does my face look fat too?  Let's try again.  Perhaps this time if I turn a little, so it's less of a profile...

I give up.  I can't pretend I am one of those ladies who only gets a little ball in the front while everything else stays tiny.  Let's face it, I am pregnant everywhere.