I had completely forgotten that I used to blog on here as late as early '06. I thought it had been since college, but I stand corrected. I am resurrecting it now because Cindy asked me if I had a pregnancy blog, and it got me thinking. I do keep up a MySpace blog fairly (or maybe overly) compulsively, and I never wanted it to become pregnancy central because:

1) You always care about your own kids much more than anyone else does, and you think your kid is much cuter than anyone else does, even in utero. Think I ever cared about an ultrasound image till I had one? No. I don't think that others suddenly think my baby is the best baby in the entire world just because I think it's the best baby in the entire world.
2) I know that when I wanted to get pregnant or was trying to get pregnant, the last thing I wanted to do was read about others' pregnancie

Simple solution - you know what you get when you're coming here! My feelings won't be hurt if you'd prefer to stick with reading my inane MySpace ramblings. Plus, as my couch time increases, I need more to do online.

So anyways, I suppose that I will blog as long as my bladder will allow. I am now 19+ weeks pregnant, which is slightly less than halfway there. Baby has been kicking since 15 weeks. I did not want to say that I could feel it back then because it was so soon and I thought I was wrong. I wasn't, though, and now it's kicking hard enough to where even Andy can feel it when he puts his hand on my tummy, and you can see it protrude when it kicks hard enough.

The "baby bump" has grown a bit in the last couple weeks. Even up until about 16 weeks, I had not gained any weight - it only redistributed. I haven't weighed myself in awhile (I have always been against owning a scale), but I would imagine I have put on a few pounds in the tummy. Not nearly the 10 pounds I should have put on so far. I've never really been one to have trouble putting on weight, but I usually have to work to keep it off. Tummy notwithstanding, I wish I looked like I do without working out when I'm not pregnant.

Pregnancy is also expensive. I can't buy a week's worth of food. I have to buy daily based on what I can tolerate at any given time (though I usually much prefer the couch to shopping). I generally still have an aversion to about the entire grocery store. There are some things I can eat. Cocoa Pebbles...baby food fruit...lasagna (I made a mean lasagna on Tuesday that we are still working on). Oh, and pizza. That would be my only craving, and if it were not for my only craving, I would probably starve. I wish I had cravings - at least I'd know where to start.

I am not big enough for maternity clothes (in fact, I am running kicking and screaming from maternity clothes). I am growing out of clothes daily. A shirt that I buy one week will not fit the next. I am constantly updating and outgrowing my wardrobe. At least one day I'll be into maternity clothes and will just leave it at that. And I do now have a TON of clothes that I can wear a year from now (not that it should preclude me from updating my wardrobe again at that time).

And finally, on Monday, we will hopefully lay the issue of whether the baby is a girl or a boy to rest. I think our baby is going to come into the world with some gender confusion issues considering I call her a "she," and Andy refers to her as a "he." After all, baby can hear now!

I suppose we'll see!