Pregnancy Post: Week 19

Well, 19 weeks and 2 days. I would have updated on Tuesday, but Zac had a basketball game and we didn’t have time to take my belly picture before he had to leave, and by the time we got home we were both exhausted. They lost the game, but I got there just in time to see Zac score the first basket!

Peanut should weigh around 8 1/2 ounces and is about 6 inches long, but s/he is probably a bit bigger since we are measuring ahead by about a week. His/her arms and legs are in the right proportions to each other and the rest of his/her body now. His/her kidneys continue to make urine and the hair on his/her scalp is sprouting. A waxy protective coating called the vernix caseosa is forming on his/her skin to prevent it from pickling in the amniotic fluid.

The great and powerful internet says that I will really start growing soon, but the internet has not been paying attention to my belly during the past three weeks. It is really starting to stick out there. I’m getting more comments at work, and even a few belly pokes. Those maternity pants don’t do anything for my figure, either. I had to buy them too big for the length, and the top has to be stuffed underneath a Bella Band so they won’t fall down. I’m sure my wide backside will grow into them eventually, though. It’s not so much the belly I’m worried about getting big, it’s my butt, thighs, and the girls upstairs. One of these days I’m actually going to get back on the treadmill. Gotta stay in shape for the maternity portraits.

I am still feeling fine. I think I’ve even gotten a little bit of energy back. Sometimes I tend to get a little cranky for no reason, like yesterday at work. Right after lunch for some reason I turned into Mrs. Angry McGrumpypants. Everything ticked me off, nobody could say anything right, and my routine operations became huge annoyances with which I did NOT want to deal. But I was better today, thank goodness. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t like being grumpy. Hopefully those types of episodes will be few and far between, especially with the added weight of being responsible for a partner at work. It has been a long time since I have worked for a partner, and they do things a little differently than the average associate. They are usually more set in their ways and resistant to change, which is unfortunate for the particular partner I work with now because change was thrust upon him with virtually no warning or time to prepare. But we’ll make it through.

In other news, we ordered Peanut’s furniture on Sunday! It is so beautiful. I had been looking at the set for months, but just showed it to Zac on Sunday morning after church. He said he really liked it, so I said to get in the car and let’s go look at it. It is so very seldom that we agree on anything having to do with home decor or furniture, I knew I needed to take advantage of the moment. Seriously, we got into a shouting match at Rooms To Go when attempting to choose a sofa for downstairs last year. People were staring. Anyway, we headed on over to Georgia Baby and Kids Sunday afternoon to “kick the tires” of the furniture, so to speak, meaning I shook the crib and bookcases to see if they were solid and sturdy. They were. Behold our baby’s new digs, the Munire Deco:

Very pretty. And the crib converts into a full size bed, so it should last a lifetime. Now we just need to find out what sex the baby is so that we can pick out bedding and paint colors and start getting the nursery in shape. Monday cannot come soon enough.

And now I need to brag on my husband for a moment. Back in September or so, Zac spent about $500 on a 1985 Camaro that he wanted to be able to tinker with and fix up. It runs, but it is old and ugly and beat up. He started ripping out the interior and researching what parts he wanted to get to go in it, and then we found out in October that I was pregnant. Other household projects crept up slowly, and the Camaro hasn’t been touched since late October. It is just sitting in our garage, taking up space. Well, when I got home today, Zac told me that he had been thinking about the future and where his priorities needed to shift, and he informed me that he had arranged to donate the Camaro to the American Association for Cancer Research. His cousin Greg died last March from cancer, and Zac thought it would be a good idea to contribute to a cause that had touched his family in such a deep way. He knew that with a baby on the way and a house that seems to be revolting against us, he would not have time to tinker around with a car. I am glad to have it out of my garage, but I am also proud of my husband for putting our family first and making the baby his priority. I wub him.