I'm 24 weeks pregnant today. They say that if you go into preterm labor at 24 weeks your baby has a 39% chance of survival. At 25 weeks it leaps to a 50% chance. I know I shouldn't think about these things, but I do.
According to the baby books, Remy has gained about 4 oz. in the last week. That sounds impressive...until I remember all the spaghetti and yogurt and eggo waffles I ate this week! Oy. With all the food I've been scarfing I would expect him to be the size of stinkin' soccer ball by now.
Occasionally I'll get into a little funk about my weight, but mostly the eating feels so necessary that it doesn't occur to me to feel guilty about it. However when Remy comes out, and the belly isn't so conveniently stretching my skin tight over all this access weight, I'm sure I'll be kicking myself for all the cream cheese and m&ms. It's ok, Remy and I plan on taking a LOT of walks.
Remy is a busy little guy in there. I'm so aware now that in everything I do, everywhere I go, I have my little buddy with me. It's sooo different from the early days. Back then "feeling pregnant" meant feeling nauseous, weepy, exhausted... now "feeling pregnant" means feeling a little dude kicking my bladder or trying to burrow out my side.
I've been so exhausted lately that work on the nursery has stalled. Ross promises though that he will help me finish it soon. We still need to register but I heard that a lot of stores get new merchandise and clearance out the old in January so February is a better month to do it. I think my next doctor's appointment is next week but it should just be a routine check up. After that I'll get the GlucoseChallenge Test. And on February 17th I graduate to the Third Trimester! That's less than a month! Woot, woot!
(Here's little Remy again, in case you forgot how cute he is.)