The Halfway Point — Oh, Boy!

Yesterday marked 20 weeks of my pregnancy, which — if you use the weird-o pregnancy math that starts counting 2 weeks before sperm and egg have even had a chance to cast a sideways glance at each other, let alone work up the nerve to buy each other a drink, offer a lame pickup line or two, and see if anyone gets lucky — is technically the halfway point.

Halfway. That can’t be right. Didn’t I just get that positive pregnancy test, like, a month ago? Isn’t October still really, really far away? No? Huh. I’m starting to think maybe I should do something about preparing for this child.

Well! Surely I’m not completely unprepared, right? Let’s see what Tim and I have accomplished in the first half of my pregnancy:

  • We picked out a definite winner of a girl’s name and came up with several good contenders for a boy’s name. (Though, honestly, we have been procrastinating the boy’s name decision until we know for sure that we really have to make a decision about it. We’ve always talked about naming our son Jacob, but then Twilight happened, and we really would rather not have our son be one of fifteen Jacobs in his class, so now we’re back to the drawing board.)
  • I have successfully morphed into the stereotypical, crazy-emotional pregnant woman with an unreasonable, unprovoked meltdown approximately once a week since the second trimester began. One week it was the realization that it was bed time and there were no sheets on the bed that pushed me over the edge. Another week it was a nasty combination of exhaustion, hunger, and a complete lack of desire to eat anything we had in the house. Another week I just burst into tears and honestly had no idea why, which was really awesome for Tim who just wanted to help fix whatever was wrong but was having a really hard time knowing what to fix since I couldn’t tell him.
  • Speaking of Tim (watch out, it’s about to get mushy in here), I’ve also managed to be completely amazed by what an incredible, perfect husband he is (even when he has a crazy pregnant wife). Sometimes I am just overwhelmed with how much I love him, which obviously sets off the water works again.
  • In non-sentimental news, I’ve eaten my way through more giant boxes of frozen mozzarella sticks than I care to admit. Though I’m not ashamed to admit my joy over having left the constant nausea of the first trimester behind in exchange for near-constant hunger and the license to eat whatever I feel like. I do my best to make healthy choices most of the time, but really, this kid is hungry, and sometimes the only thing the child wants is a queso burrito from Q-Doba. And who am I to turn down the needs of my growing child?
  • I’ve spent countless hours reveling in the joy of feeling the baby dance around inside of me. I felt my first flutters over Mother’s Day weekend — how’s that for perfect timing? Not even born yet, and this kid already knows the importance of a good Mother’s Day present.
  • We have a general idea of how we want to decorate our nursery. We haven’t picked out a specific design yet, but we know we want it to be green with jungle animals. An adorable baby safari, if you will.
  • I’ve managed to grow a bona-fide baby bump and feel like I’m finally on my way out of the awkward “is she pregnant or just eating too¬† many burritos?” stage.

20 Weeks

  • Most importantly, we found out the other day that we’re having a boy! A son! A tiny version of Tim! Look how handsome he is!

It's a Boy!

I guess we’re going to have to get serious about finding a boy’s name that we like.

We are completely overjoyed to be having a son. Tim’s already planning father-son fishing trips, and I’m more excited than ever to meet this little guy.

  • Right after our ultrasound, we made our first purchases for the baby and can now proudly report that the nursery is no longer empty. This kid may not have a place to sleep yet, but at least he has clothes!


You see? I’ve accomplished a thing or two. And now that we’re firmly settled in the new house and Tim’s out of school for the summer, I anticipate much more rapid progress on real accomplishments like setting up the nursery, creating a registry, and deciding on a name. I’m going to get right on that, just as soon as I can tear myself away from that picture of my son’s adorable little face.

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