Weeks along: 16, give or take a week.
Weeks with a hearty appetite: Two.
Peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches eaten: Incalculable.
Favorite pastime: Sitting. Not sitting and reading. Not sitting and writing. Not sitting and talking. Just sitting and smiling and maybe holding my tray of newly sprouted tomato seeds to catch a bit of the sun I am stealing and staring to see if I can see them grow. When not sitting, I like going for walks.
Concerns: How good everything looks when I go grocery shopping. (Not because I’m worried about my weight, but because I am worried about our grocery budget. Especially when I do things like buy 1/2 lb of nice 6-year cheddar and consume it within a 24-hour period. Things like this happen when you a hungry woman and would rather just sit and smile than cook.)
Belly: I have no picture, as I would rather do other things these days. There isn’t much to see yet; my body has a subtle way of carrying things. All my clothes fit and will for another month or two. From the front I look just about the same as usual. From the side I look about like this. Or maybe this. It’s not a belly that draws people’s eyes, but every morning I am astonished by it.
Cravings: I don’t know about cravings, but I have a general disinterest in red meat and a general interest in nuts and legumes. Nothing to write home about.
Feeling: Very, very well. Healthy and happy and grateful and enjoying this quiet work.