19 weeks....today marks 22 weeks.
But it's okay...I'm thankful. I haven't forgotten the days and weeks and months of not being pregnant and wondering if I was ever going to be able to sustain a healthy pregnancy. I guess I'm just going through what I'm hoping is a normal realization that every first-time mother experiences: things are a changin'. Big time.
Simple things are more difficult....like shaving my legs. Sleeping comfortably. Bending. Looking at my toes. Finding clothes each morning that fit AND match. But really, I'm learning that in every small thing that is more difficult and different there is still so much room to be thankful.
So because I don't feel like cooking tonight, I'm going to go eat a bowl of cereal for dinner. And then sweep and mop my kitchen. Or iron some clothes. But definitely not both. :)