21 Weeks Pregnant

Today I'm 21 weeks, waaaahooo!

Baby is the size of a carrot (or 10.5 inches) and weighs nearly a pound.

Its eyebrows and lids are forming as well as its ability to swallow and breathe.

I've felt movement consistently now and it makes me so happy. Apparently, babies get hiccups around this time and I'm wondering what that feels like in the womb.

My belly is still relatively small and can be hidden in most of my clothes.

Another two months before we get to find out what we're having, but I don't mind.

We went to a baby flea market today and all the baby stuff made me feel emotional. I came home and cried about an inability to buy baby socks.

Really it's just that I want to make more money. The socks were irrelevant.

As we were eating shitty tuna rolls and cheese, I started to cry crocodile tears about bloody baby socks!

And my husband innocently says to me, "why do these socks matter so much? The baby won't even wear socks in the beginning since they'll be built into all its clothes!"

I couldn't help but start laughing.

I mean, I've been mostly level-headed this pregnancy with only a few cries here and there, but this one seemed to have come outta nowhere.

xo Jenea
- Everything is always okay in the end; and if it's not okay, then it's not the end.

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