19 Weeks

I am 19 weeks and I finally feel like I look pregnant in just about everything I wear. My teacher asked me on Tuesday if she was seeing a baby and I was like, "Why yes! Yes you are!" I love looking pregnant. I'm sure in ten more weeks I won't love it as much as stand it, but for now, I'm good.

I have started using the bathroom every hour and I hate it. I'm used to drinking five bottles of water and keeping it in for more than two hours. I now have bathroom stops as a part of my daily schedule. I know which bathrooms in the UVU library are the least crowded and how long it takes to get to my classes from them. It's ridiculous. Get off my bladder, you son/daughter of a Beach! :) Bwha.

Jamie and I were talking about sleeping when pregnant the other day, and I find that I do what she did: I go to sleep on my side and wake up on my back. It doesn't bother me until I get out of bed, and then I get sharp pains--I'm going to talk to the doctor about that on Monday. My stomach will hurt at random times and I'm just hoping he chalks it up to uterus growth.

So, I'm excited about finding out the gender, I am--but not really. I want to know, but it doesn't bother me that I don't. I've got cute names picked out for either, so I'm set. Mike is very excited and I think I only get anxious about it when other people tell me how excited they are. Weird but true.

Well, I am hungry all the time but I no longer get nauseous when I haven't eaten, I just get really hungry. I'm loving my new maternity skinny jeans so I can wear my cute boots, and I've got a lot of cute empire-waisted shirts to wear to show off ze bump. I've got an awesome husband and a bag of Hershey's Kisses in the fridge.

Life is good.