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22 Weeks Pregnant

This week seems like it has lasted forever. I have been fighting a cold this entire week and sleeping through a stuffed nose has not been fun. I think it's starting to go away though :)


How Far Along: 22 weeks and 3 days!

Size of baby: About the size of a papaya

Sleep: Difficult again, but can't really blame it on pregnancy. Just having a hard time staying asleep!

Total Weight Gain: Around 10 lbs....but baby one of them!

Symptoms: A lot of back pain...already. If I'm on my feet for too long I feel awful!

Movement: Definitely! This girl likes to sleep during the day and is awake in the evenings/early morning.

Maternity Clothes: Pants, shirts, you name it. I can't fit my old clothes at all anymore.

Go-to eats: Anything with butter, salt, or cheese...yep this one has a healthy start to life ;)

Best moment of the week: Strangers notice my belly now and are quick to say congratulations. This time I can really have a smile on my face, say thank you, and mean it!

Gender: We're having a little girl!

What I wish people knew: I am just really THAT tired. I've had people comment that I shouldn't be this exhausted at this point, but I am. I think some forget that I had a baby only 4 months before I got pregnant with this girl...and my schedule really hasn't slowed down. I have been letting go of some commitments, because my body just isn't keeping up right now and I need to listen to it.

What I’m looking forward to: We have another appointment in 2 weeks. Doing the glucose test and a follow up scan. Just another step forward towards meeting our daughter!

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