Knocked-Up Chronicles: 23 Weeks

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This week, I got the cutest present from two of my cousins — and was awed and proud to learn one of them had actually knit the hat for herself (she has an Etsy shop, y'all!). I also finally pulled together all the pieces of my wedding outfit, so that's finally gonna happen. Woot! 

As promised, I'm taking a page out of my rad homie Cris from Kiss My Tulle‘s book (who took a page from Little Baby Garvin) and will do my damndest to post weekly updates … because someone out there might give a shit and want to know what's going on with this whole thing. 

How far along? 23 Weeks
Total weight gain/loss: Not 100% certain, but I feel fucking huge.
Maternity clothes? Yes. And my regular T-shirts. I also found another old pair of pants that's loose and big, but can be rolled up to look cute-ish, so I'm not legging-clad all the damn time.
Stretch marks? Not yet, but I know they're coming.
Sleep: Pathetic. Once I break that pee seal in the middle of the night, I'm done for. Good thing I bought that booklight.
Best moment this week:  
Miss Anything? Feeling normal and pain-free. 
Movement: It's still hard to discern if it's him or gas.
Food cravings: Buffalo wings and Topo Chico. Cake. Salad. Ice cream. FOOD.
Anything making you queasy or sick: I've been putting off cooking a chicken because the thought of it makes me want to barf. 
Gender: Still a dude.
Labor Signs: Hell no. Thank goodness.
Belly Button in or out? In.
Wedding rings on or off? On, but I have to give my finger a respite occasionally.
Happy or Moody most of the time: This week's been a little tough, so I'mma go with moody. 
Looking forward to: Getting married! Arts & Jazz Fest and serious friendtime hangz.

I had a big first this week in a hilarious way: We were chillin' hard at the house and #MFE fell asleep on the couch. Within a few minutes of his snoring kicking in, I got the strongest craving for cake or ice cream. I didn't want to wake him, but after at least a half an hour of trying to focus on something — anything — else I started just staring at his snoozin' head trying to will him to wake up. About 15 minutes later, he finally stirred to take a drink from his Dr Pepper and I pounced. He says he was still asleep, but I say 45 minutes is long enough to wait when a craving of that magnitude hits.

And the ice cream was totally worth whatever eye rolls I got. I told him he'd be better off just getting used to that sort of thing rather than fighting it. 


Author: Christen Moynihan