...which means, when people ask how far along I am and I tell them, I get the "OOOOOOooooo!! You're halfway there!!!" comment. It IS nice to know I'm halfway finished. But frankly, the hard/slow part tends to be the second half for me. Other than the nausea and crazy tiredness, the first 12-15 weeks or so are pretty much a piece of cake... I mean, as far as mobility and discomfort and whatnot anyway.

I know I am not huge. (though I have gained 20 pounds) But I feel so heavy. Going up the stairs is a chore. Getting up from the couch is hard. And don't even get me started about sitting on the floor. I've also reached the point where rolling over in bed at night takes major advance planning. It really only gets harder from here... I should be reminding myself of that.

Baby Too moves all the time now. I'm almost ready to send back the doppler, but not quite. I still like to check in before I go to bed at night and hear the little heartbeat.

Baby has a definite sleep/active routine, moving around pretty much at the same times every day. I'm a little worried because one of those times happens to be after I'm settled into bed for the night. I know from experience, this does not bode well for when the baby is out. ;) (do you have ANY idea how many pronouns I accidentally typed and then deleted while I typed that paragraph?! Ooops!)

Tom finally felt the baby move from the outside for the first time last night. Every night we've been playing the, "Did you feel that? How about that? That one? Ohhh but that was GOOD one, how did you not feel that?!" game. It's hard to believe that as hard as I'm getting punched and kicked from inside, that it can hardly be felt outside by someone who is NOT me. On the rare occasion, I have seen the little kicks and rolls too, but Tom ALWAYS misses those. That's okay, soon enough, we'll move on to the "what's that body part sticking out?" game. Also a rolicking good time.

The nausea has come back in full force. I spend most the morning sick sick sick now. I don't know why I seem to get the pukey thing more severely and for a longer time than most other people. I'm sure, as with Ben, I will once again puke right up to the minute this child comes out of me. Yeah, it kinda sucks. But seriously, I'm so used to hurling now that it's second nature. It really freaks people out when I announce I'll be right back and they realize what is going on.

Still worried about my silly low-lying placenta. It's so hard to be patient because if it were up to me, I'd be getting an ultrasound every week to see if it has moved even a millimeter. Everyone keeps telling me c-sections are nothing... but seriously... it's major surgery. I'd rather deal with a little "down there" carnage and swelling than stomach staples and an incision. At any rate, I have to just sit back and wait until 28 weeks (or was it 32?) to find out my fate.

We are so excited for this baby! I feel like with two kids, we COULD potentially be finished. I really do want three, but of course, we'll see how two goes first and decide in a couple of years. I guess what I feel is more a sense of relief that I'll have two and it would be fine if it worked out for whatever reason that's all we were to end up with. I really wanted Ben to have at least one sibling, and I'm glad things have worked out that we could give him one... and one close in age, at that.

And that, my friends, is what is on my mind at 21 weeks...

Hoping to work on painting the room a little bit today. :)