23.
That's how old I am.
Yeah, right. I wish.
Anyway, I know you are just waiting on baited breath to hear about my recent trip to Hawaii, but you're just going to have to wait a little longer my friends because I need to talk about this number first.
My two favorite numbers have always been 7 and 17. I liked 7 since I was a kid and 17 because it was the date of my birthday. But then I got married and I started to really like the number 9 since it was our wedding date. Now, I think I may need to add a new number to the mix: 23.
This week marks 23 weeks of pregnancy and there have been a lot of firsts.
Noa got to see me pregnant for the first time (okay technically, I was still 22 weeks, but for the majority of the trip with him I was 23 weeks, so I'm counting it as that). Since I found out about the pregnancy right after he left for a 5-month deployment, he only remembers me with washboard abs (ha ha). And, yes, I took two pregnancy tests. Just in case.
We both felt the baby kick for the first time. Yes, it was amazing and made me feel like this is REAL (as if the ultrasounds, pregnancy symptoms, and growing belly were not enough of a clue).
We found out IT was a SHE. I'll write more specifics about that in my next post about Hawaii. At the airport on the way home, I may have picked up a little something to commemorate the big news. I'm also already starting to panic about ear piercing, dating, and bikinis.
And, I "popped." I hate that term, but it's true and the best way to describe what happens to a once smooth belly. I actually wore maternity clothing for the first time this week and although still a little loose, they were much more comfortable than my other clothes. Feel free to share recommendations on the best places to find good maternity clothes because I don't think I can wear the same two shirts and one pair of jeans everyday.
So, 23 has become a big number in my mind and I remembered to take a pregnancy photo to document the week (I had to girlify it up with a flower on my head in light of our girl news):
A note to my girlfriends who are or will be preggo in the future: have someone to help you with pregnancy photos. These have been extremely frustrating for me. Each week I set up the camera in my hallway with a tripod and all the windows open for as much natural light as possible. Then I'd set the timer and run in front of a blank wall. There have been many times where I would get the shot, only to run back to the camera only to find out my head was chopped off, the picture wasn't in focus, or my eyes were closed. Then, I'd try again, but the pose would look different. I'd take a few more, download the photos to my computer....only to find that the coloring was all wrong or my eyes look crossed (what is it with my eyes lately?)....stuff I didn't notice on my little LCD camera screen. As a result of these little photo sessions being such an ordeal, I haven't been great about keeping up with them week to week (plus, my intermittent travels haven't helped any either). I'm already slacking on keeping up with my little girl's life. Cue the mom guilt...
You probably aren't as critical about these photos as I am, but here's a little comparison to show some of the progress of the baby bump. See how it's sticking out a little more?
Apparently 23 weeks is also the week I turned to face the other direction in my pregnancy photos. I realized this as I downloaded them and wasn't about the retake a whole batch just so I could get one facing the other way, so I've decided that it's just going to be this way. Besides, I think it helps to mark this special week...a week of firsts.







