I'm 25 weeks pregnant now, and it continues to take me by surprise every now and then. I'm luckily still in the "feeling cute" stage and not the "oh, God, I'm a planet" stage, so here's hoping that lasts.
I have finally reached the point where I'm going to have to retire any non-maternity shirts that aren't unusually long. I wore a short-ish (well, short-ish for me) long sleeved shirt over a very long maternity tank yesterday and the spot where the hem of the overshirt hit my belly was comically high. I will probably wear my work uniform shirt for the last time tomorrow for the same reason. I'm still making one pair of post-Nico jeans work, though they are getting less comfy by the week, and my underbelly jeans from last pregnancy are fitting okay now. I remembered tonight that I had a pair of super cute, super comfortable corduroy pants that fit me until the end with Nico, so I'm hoping to add those to my rotation immediately.
I need to go through my big-ass bin of maternity clothes - odds and ends thrown together from numerous sources - and pull out things that I will actually wear. I've been able to wear my regular clothes so long this time that I haven't really bothered to inventory what I have, and I suspect I'm missing out on some cute / comfortable stuff. I've decided to go ahead and sell or give away anything that I do not like or that fits funny, because (1) this is probably my last pregnancy and (2) even if it's not, if I'm not wearing them this time, I won't wear them another time either. I suspect I'll need (want) to buy another long sleeved maternity shirt or two, but I don't feel like that's unreasonable. I'm hoping to be set on pants.
All seems to be going well with the passenger, and his kicks and aerobics routines have reached a point where they are starting to get hilarious. It continues to amaze me how obvious it is that I have bony little arms and legs moving around in there. I either didn't notice as much with Nico or I've forgotten. It's not like, "Oh, that little thump must've been a kick!" Instead it's "Holy cow, was that a knee? Maybe an elbow? Or a melee weapon of some kind?"
I continue to be stupidly, gratefully lucky and I feel fine. My pelvic bones and ligaments are a little more creaky and cranky this time around, but it's nothing terrible. So far I don't have the sciatic / low back irritation I had last time, and I'm hoping I didn't just jinx myself by saying so. The need to eat constantly has faded a little bit. I'm alarmingly out of shape already, but that's probably because I quit going to the gym at 6 weeks.
I'm so happy and so excited to have this little guy, but there are also moments of sheer terror when it hits me fully that there will be two kids. A baby and a toddler! A big brother who still needs me quite a lot and a little brother who depends on my boobs for food, all at once! ACK. But mostly, I'm just happy.
We've reached a bit of an impasse with choosing a name. We mostly - or at least kind of mostly - have agreed on a first name, but we can't decide on a middle. I'm worried we'll end up deciding to change the first because of this, and that we'll have to start over. I also don't feel a huge sense of "it's perfect!" about the first name, but there's nothing else I like better, either. I am trying to remind myself that I didn't agree to Nico's name until two weeks before his due date and even then wasn't sure I was sold, and now I love it and can't imagine him being called anything else. Hopefully the same thing will happen with this one.
And probably my favorite milestone - my belly now pokes out enough that Nico can use it as a pillow / head shelf while watching his Kipper episodes: