16 Weeks

It’s amazing how a week of vacation will take you from looking like you hit the Golden Corral buffet a little too hard to legit pregnant.  Bam.  Just like that.

I definitely prefer this – while I’m still at the stage where a stranger might think twice about asking if I was preggo lest they stick their foot in their mouth (even though someone *did* do this to me at EIGHT weeks) – I am definitely feeling more comfortable in this version of my pregnant body than the first not-pregnant but not-normal couple months.

I’ve also been fortunate enough to feel really, really good the majority of this pregnancy so far.  I had a few days early on with some sickness and the infamous fatigue of the first trimester was annoying, but I really have so very little to complain about so far.  The first few months I didn’t have much of an appetite – nothing made me sick, but nothing sounded good either.  (Except for Kraft Macaroni and Cheese and Chick-Fil-A chicken nuggets.  I am quite sorry, Baby Cline, for you did not start your life off with an all organic, non processed food diet.  I hope you like cheese-powdered foods as much I do.)  That’s gone away as well now, and I unfortunately no longer have a great excuse for skipping the entire produce section on my grocery trip.  I’ve been able to keep doing Body Pump and Dance Trance, which I think has actually kept me feeling really good.

I should probably stop talking now before I tempt the fates or piss off my friends who did not have such easy first trimesters. 

It took me well past 12 weeks to really and truly believe that I was pregnant, so it’s kind of bizarre to think that in another month, I’ll actually be at the halfway point!