At 24 weeks pregnant, my baby is now the size of Mr. Potato Head, although hopefully much more attractive haha. But I have been looking forward to this day for a very long time because at 24 weeks pregnant, my baby stands a chance at survival IF he or she were to be born prematurely.
You guys know that I have had a few miscarriages, so I have a tendency to panic at any. little. thing. (Just ask Ben). So this milestone really brings me comfort. I also love getting to hear that magical little heartbeat sound at my monthly OB visits. I wish they were more often, and I've contemplated getting an at-home fetal doppler before just for peace of mind, but I know that I have the type of personality that would panic harder if I were unable to find it. So I have decided to leave it to the professionals.
But thank goodness that my baby is kicking harder and more and more each day. It brings an unbelievably huge smile to my face every time (even when the kicks wake me in the middle of the night and I can't fall back asleep).
In other symptoms, I feel like my belly (and body) has suddenly expanded overnight. My workout pants are now leaving indentations (time to size up) and my boobs have grown to the size of cantaloupes. Eek. I don't know about you, but I am all about lightweight bras that offer support, but feel more like a bralette. That's why I love this bra from the Jockey Forever Fit Collection. I have it in both black and white. I also have to mention that I will probably be living in these boy shorts and these briefs postpartum.
Also, I feel like I have definitely been feeling a lot more hungry lately. I mean, I am still back home in Utah so I have been feeling like I am on vacation mode and eating out way too often, but I find myself needing a little extra lately. Especially cheese haha. And late night cereal. Oops.
Other than that, the exhaustion is still hitting hard, especially around 10:30am on days I wake up at 5:30am for workouts. Naps are a must.
Anyway, Ben and I are officially heading back to Arizona and I am a little devastated about it. I love being home in Park City so much. Hanging out with family, enjoying the mountains and weather, spending more than 20 minutes at the pool haha. It's been heaven. I can't think of anything worse than being pregnant in 118 degree Arizona heat. But alas, vacations must come to an end. That is, until the next one. Europe, here we come!