15 Weeks

Today, marked the 15th week of my pregnancy. I'm definitely beginning to show. I've told everyone at work, well, not everyone but enough people that it no longer a secret. The rest can either figure it out by looking at me and asking me, or inquire through the gossip and grapevine, which have been at work for the last few weeks.

Now, that the nausea and food queasiness has ended, I'm in that odd limbo where on most days it's easy to forget that I'm pregnant but just feel fat and bloated. Like trying to suck in my stomach to look lean and tall, and not being able to.

Otherwise, I'm a bit more tired than with Ivan. I don't know whether to attribute that to age, or to the fact that I need to take care of Ivan. (Although, it seems to me that it's really Andy who takes more care of him these days.)

I also sometimes feel like I already can't breath, which is something I got at the every end of the last pregnancy, when I grown so huge that my lungs were totally compressed. But not this early. I also feel like I have no stamina and like I'm completely out of shape, which I am.

Some friends, who have both a boy and a girl, say that if my pregnancy symptoms are different this time that then I'm probably carrying a girl. Just another old wives' tale? Who knows. I can't really decipher if my symptoms are different this time around.

The food quesiness started and ended approximately around the same time, and it would hit me at the same time of the day---4 p.m. to 11 p.m. Although I think that this time it lasted a bit longer. Also, this time I knew I couldn't eat food. Last time, I often wouldn't know whether I could eat something or not until it was served.
Also, last time I went on that two-week around the world trip to Singapore and India, where the jet lag and nausea were beyond horrible. In retrospect, what was I thinking!

So, to sum up, I'm not sure whether these nuances are different enough to qualify as completely different experiences, or just variation on the theme.

Last time, I also recall many more and much more wackier dreams than this time. I've had a few, but not as many as the last time.

Also, I have absolutely no intuition or a hunch whether this is a boy or a girl. Nor am I trying to figure it out. It truly doesn't matter. Last time, I was convinced it was a girl. Also, a girl appeared to me in a dream. A soft fluttering image of a dark haired girl. Well, Ivan's a blond boy. So, so much for my 6th sense.

But whoever it is, s/he is about 4 inches long, or the size of an apple, according to Baby Center. (Moving up on the food size chain.)

I weighed myself earlier in the week and I've gained about 7 pounds.

We really need to start taking photos of each week and then at the end create a Kodak Minibook titled Progress of a Growing Belly.