Pregnancy Diaries: 18 Weeks
I could tell you guys were dying for a pregnancy update! I’m now 18 weeks along, and a lot has changed since my first trimester craziness.
Don’t get me wrong… the eating has still been a little crazy, but I’ve regained a lot of my usual taste over the past month. [Thank you, Lord!]
For the first half of August, I was on this fried fish kick. It started when I ate some of my dad’s fried perch one day. I mostly avoid fried food – so typically I eat like five bites of this meal, just for a taste, and then fill up on something lighter. But this time, I downed about half the pan of fish without a second thought. It just felt right.
This opened a can of worms. A day or two later, I told Andrew I wanted to go to the Fish Camp. In our entire relationship, we’ve probably gone to The Flounder two, maybe three, times. I couldn’t wait to get there. I ordered a full plate of fried flounder and hush puppies. While we were waiting on our food, Andrew smiled, made this endearing face, and said, “I’ve been waiting fifteen years to see you eat like this.”
Andrew, and the rest of the world it seems, calls this “eating like a normal person.” But for me, this is out-of-control. BUCK WILD.
After about two weeks, fried fish fell to the back burner. On a road trip last month, my taste for Asian suddenly returned. [!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] *Thank heavens* a PF Chang’s was on our route! I thought this moment should be documented…
For the record, this meal hit the spot… and I’ve been eating Asian again ever since!
The next day [same road trip], I got an overwhelming desire for a healthy lunch. So naturally, I opted for a Zaxby’s fried chicken caesar salad loaded with croutons and dressing. I just knew I had done the right thing.
Okay, okay. I can feel the judgment coming from some of you. You’ll be happy to know that these fatty entrees have become more of a splurge than the norm. Thankfully, this second trimester has resurrected my love for salad – like actual healthy salads. I can’t get enough of Cribb’s seasonal berry one. It’s ah-mazing!
And Olive Garden’s minestrone soup continues to hit the spot. My need for this soup becomes quite urgent at times. A few weeks ago while Andrew was out of town, an all-consuming desire for this soup came over me around 7pm. As you may recall from my first trimester post, I’ve learned the hard way that I need to eat in the restaurant if I want to be sure of a good minestrone experience. The only problem was… I didn’t want to go eat at Olive Garden by myself. I tried to think of other dinner options, but nothing came close to being as exciting as that soup. So I did what any level-headed person would do: I texted my dilemma/dinner request to a few friends who I felt loved me enough to potentially come sit with me at Olive Garden on a very short notice on a Saturday night.
And BEHOLD, Laurie texted back saying she would!!!!!
This angel from God, who had already eaten dinner mind you, met me at the restaurant and watched me eat endless soup until 10:00. [I live by the truth that ‘you have not because you ask not’, and I could literally fill a book with stories of how this has proven itself time and again. This Olive Garden testimony is just one of thousands I could share. #allglorytoGod]
Besides salad and soup, Granny Smith apples dipped in vanilla Greek yogurt have become a favorite. It’s my nightly [9 or 10pm-ish] ritual.
In other news, exercise continues to be part of my daily routine. Each day, I do about thirty minutes on the elliptical and thirty minutes of other exercises like push-ups, squats, etc. With a few minor adjustments, I’ve continued daily ab exercises too. On the weekends, I’ve been walking to switch things up. I plan to do more walking once cooler weather comes. I honestly love the feeling of exercise as much now as I did before pregnancy!
At our last doctor’s appointment, I reached a big milestone.
Andrew is ecstatic to announce that I’ve ‘joined the 100 pound club.’ I’m telling you, dreams are coming true left and right for him through this pregnancy.
It’s hard to believe that in two weeks we’ll be half way there! I’m so excited to find out whether we’re expecting a son or daughter. In the meantime, I’m having lots of crazy dreams and frequent bathroom breaks.
“Get ready for a growth spurt!” This was the opening line of my 16 week email. I would say this growth spurt is officially underway!
Andrew and I sure appreciate those of you who have been praying for the three of us! We’re dreaming and praying BIG over this little one! Thank you for being part of this journey.