Let's be honest. Most of this pregnancy I haven't even remembered how far along I am. When I was pregnant with Xander, I was all, "oh! I'm 24 weeks and 2 days..." Now I'm just lucky if I have a ballpark week count to work with. And hey, I have to give credit to the app I was using for my first pregnancy. It really kept me on the ball. This time around, it stopped working to the point of frustration, so I just threw the notion of keeping track of weeks out the window pretty early. Oops.
But hey! I got a new phone, so I got a new app...and now I know how far along I am! Yay technology.
I'm 25 weeks today! My sweet friend snapped a handful of obligatory maternity photos for me a few days ago, all because I don't want this second child to feel like he got the shaft before he was even born. I went all out for the first maternity session in 2014, so hey, having a couple taken right outside my house and not in a dreamy field is more than I even expected to pull off this time around. Wiiiiinning!
Don't get me wrong, I'm EXCITED to be pregnant again! It's just different. Actually, it's extremely different. Sometimes I wonder if I'm just that laissez-faire about it, or if I should be doing more... Caring more. Resting more. Googling more? Pinning more? Just more something? Up until about 2 weeks ago, most days I'd forget I was pregnant. I give a lot of the forgetfulness credit to Xander for keeping me busy trying to keep up with him day in and day out. That boy is BUSY. He's 15 months now. My bump is really starting to come out now too, so that's a constant reminder; "hey Korie, don't forget you're pregnant!". Last time I had such a hard pregnancy (and ATE everything in sight like I was invincible, and nothing would hurt me!), so this time around has been such a welcomed blessing. My goodness. I'm just hoping and praying I don't start to swell like I did last time. It was around 25/26 weeks that a friend pointed down at the flats on my feet and said, "Um, are you muffin-topping out of your shoes?"
Oh good grief!
I was MUFFIN-TOPPING out of my shoes.
That was the last day I wore flats that pregnancy.
Well, knock on wood, honey, because look who can still wear whatever shoes she wants! THIS GIRL.
Needless to say, I'm pretty happy about that. I feel great, and have been since conception. It's been an awesome pregnancy thus far, and I'm INCREDIBLY thankful for that, especially after the last one. So here's to hoping the rest of this journey until summertime will continue on a smooth and easy path!
NOTE: If you're currently pregnant, and reading this thinking, "oh no she didn't. She didn't just talk about her smooth pregnancy while I'm sitting here vomiting my brains out and crying all the time with a weird boob situation going on." Well, just know, I'VE BEEN THERE. Pretty much anything that could have been thrown my way with my last pregnancy was. It gets better. You'll feel like yourself again, I promise. This is worth it, friend. Hang in there.