What's up doc?

The answer...MY WEIGHT! I woke up this morning and went off happily to my doctor's appointment. I was excited, as usual, only to have the happy slapped out of me by the scale as soon as I got there! So far I have remained on the low end of the weight gain spectrum and in 5 months gained just about 10 pounds. Well, apparently I (and baby) had a growth spurt (that's the medical field's nice way of saying "wow, you really packed on the pounds this month, fatty"). I managed to put on a whopping 8 pounds in just one month! Yes, that is right 8 pounds - I gained in one month almost as much as I gained in the first 5 months combined. Although everyone, including the doctor, said that I am still fine and I am still in the "normal" range for weight gain, there is something about seeing that scale spike up that throws you for a loop.

I think I was so thrown because up until now, I was on the low end of the weight gain spectrum and felt great about it. Ill admit it; I was cocky, but now I have rocketed to the very top of the spectrum where my fat ass is about to roll over that cliff. As I left the office I kept thinking that there must be something I am doing wrong? What happened in the last month? I really did not eat much more than normally do. Then I slowly started to recall the last two weeks...Now that I am not fast asleep by 9pm, I am hounded by cravings for sweets around that time every night. I started to remember that I did down a half gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream in the past week all by myself and just two days ago reprimanded Mark when he ate the last vanilla fudge drumstick (of course because I had no mint chocolate chip left). I am starting to think that those may not have been the healthiest of choices. Maybe I should switch to sugar free pudding?

The very good news in all of this? The baby is thriving and living happily on all that I am eating. I didn't get a sonogram picture today, but I did hear the heartbeat and it sounded stronger and louder than ever - maybe it's all that dairy and calcium the baby is getting (yeah, let's go with that). Regardless of my crushed ego, below is a picture of my belly today at exactly 22 weeks:

Spring is in the air

Well, in reality there is no such thing as Spring in Florida (since it is in the mid 80's already), but there are tons of MLB Spring Training camps down here. Yesterday, Baby Power got to experience the "sounds" of his/her first Red Sox game (one of many to come). We watched the Red Sox play the Orioles at the Orioles camp in Fort Lauderdale. It was a nice (although slightly too warm) day, but we had a good time. The best thing about Spring Training - its like seeing a game in a high school stadium, the players are all so close. Next time though we will head over to Fort Myers to the Red Sox camp to see a game, since many of the actual starters don't make the road trips.


Baby and I watching the game


Jed Lowrie #12 on first base (the only picture I got of a player we actually know will play in the real season)

20 down...20 to go!

Well, today marks the halfway point (exactly 20 weeks to go till baby b-day), so I thought I would share how Baby Power's home is progressing...and is it ever





PS - Thanks for the shirt Mom! It's so comfy, I love it!