The Size of a Large Heirloom Tomato

Week 19, the week we saw the kiddo.  The week that people started to realise that I was pregnant, not just bloated from too much lunch.  The week that even a good, hot Indian meal couldn't make it's way through my digestive system in a way that could be described as a hurry.  And the last week of the teens.  Half-way is coming way too fast.  Seriously way too fast.

The Size of a Capsicum

This is technically a week late, although I did take the photos last week but never got around to putting them up here.  Week 18, the week we felt the baby kick.  We were in Tasmania and on Sunday night I was laying on my belly drifting to sleep when I suddenly felt 3 big somethings, kinda like having a manta ray flopping about in my stomach.  I'd felt movements before but I hadn't been sure of what they were (gas being the most probable!).  But these ones were undeniable, they woke me up and that's a rather big feat for someone of my sleeping abilities.  On Tuesday Moo was thumping about in there again and Andrew was able to slide his hand under my belly and he got kicked too.  I think Moo may be Australia's next great hope for Olympic trampolinist.

The Size of a Baked Potato

I think this is the week that things really started to swell.  There's no denying the tummy now, I wear a belly band most days cause it just makes it a little more comfortable.  

My tummy isn't the only thing swelling, I almost had to have my rings surgically removed yesterday as the heat had made my fingers balloon and only after a ridiculous amount of tugging and cold water would they budge.

I never realised how pregnancy affects so much more than the waist line.  My blood pressure is still plummeting at the most inopportune times.  We were all dressed and ready to go to church on Sunday when I got all woozy and then proceeded to sit on the bed and blub like a baby.  Andrew (after having a little bewildered laugh with me) undressed me and put me back to bed where I stayed sound asleep for over 2 hours (he came in to check that I was still alive, apparently I was).  My bag of smarties (thanks Mum!) and bottle of cordial go with me everywhere, especially handy when the woozies come on when I'm out in public by myself.

It's coming toward the end of week 17 and we're heading to the doctors tonight to hopefully arrange an ultrasound.  We're going to get to see our baby!

(Two pics cause my hair and jump height looked crazy-cool in one but there wasn't quite enough tummy showing, so that's what the other one is for!)

The Size of an Avocado

This jump shot is hot off the press, although I did get dressed before sitting down at the computer - I presume that squidgy butt cheeks on a leather seat and hot weather are not a match made in heaven.  We're heading towards the end of week 16 for little Moo, and I think my belly may have decided this is the week to start being pregnant rather than looking like I've overeaten for my last meal.  I can't believe that in such a short time our little baby has gone from the size of a sesame seed to the size of an avocado.  Bring on the watermelon!

The Size of an Apple

This little baby of ours started life out flying so I figured that we may as well continue...until I get so big that it's gravitationally and aerodynamically impossible to get airborne.  (Hmm, there's a thought, you can have water births so what exactly is 'airborne'?)  This was taken last week but with all the excitement of the parentals being here I didn't get to post it.  So here it is, our little baby, the size of an apple, flying high at 15 weeks.