Veintiuno

Last night I had a dream that was my first introduction to pregnancy panic dreams. In my dream I birthed a baby boy and he was healthy and fine, the only problem was I could not remember his name, so I just talked to everyone about him in general terms. Once we brought my nameless baby home we arrived to a house that was completely unprepared for a baby. We had TWO diapers in the whole house and nothing else. The amazing thing about this child was he only used one of the two diapers the first day he was home, and we were so relieved. If only this kid would use one diaper a day, that would be a real cost cutter, huh? Interestingly enough, my husband also dreamed last night that we had a baby boy, and that he grew from a small baby into a genius four year old in one day. So, you could conclude two out of three things from these dreams: we are having a boy, we are having a girl, we are both going a little nuts.

This crazy dream was my welcome wagon to my 21st week. Today, according to several different books, my baby is the length of a spoon, or of a banana. And according to these books, I am probably not able to hide my pregnancy any longer, most people know I am pregnant just by looking at me. Um, baby books? Most people knew I was pregnant just by looking at me, oh...about two months ago. Thanks, but I am waaaay ahead of you.

My weight gain continues to surprise me. I went for a mile long swim this morning, and finished quite a bit slower that what I am used to finishing. The last time I swam was last Thursday, and I feel like I have slowed since then, which caught me off guard. I did not expect to be able to tell such a difference in my swimming ability in a few short days, but apparently when there is another person growing inside of your body, you have no control over the rate at which you slow down. Who knew?