Week 24

Here we are at the 24 week point. I had a doctor visit today and all is well. I got to hear his little heartbeat as usual, which always makes me happy. But I also had to step on that horrible weight scale, which never makes me happy. I understand that the baby weight gain is a necessity, but it sure does make me feel gross. Well, whatever. At least my doctor hasn't said that I'm gaining too much. That would suck. And at least my baby is healthy and growing. I can tolerate my weight gain for my little fella. (I just wish that I didn't have "wings" and a "muffin top" to show as well as a pregnant belly...)

Pregnancy Weekly says: "Your baby weighs in at 1 pound, 6 ounces, and measures 21 centimeters. He's getting bigger by the day, but he still needs to cook in there a while longer!" Now, how have I gained so much and he is still only less than 2 pounds?!? How can this be? It also says that, "His lungs have started secreting surfactant, the substance that keeps the moist, interior surface of the lungs from sticking together; and he is practicing breathing. Your baby's eyes are also watching for light and its ears are listening to your heart beat and your stomach growl." That's pretty cool.

Finally, I want to note, as far as doctor visits go that Tim has taken me to every single one. I think that really says something about who he is and what kind of daddy he'll be. So basically, little Jellybean has a big fat momma and a very loyal daddy!