Weekend Update: 22 Down...

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I realize this outfit doesn't give due credit to the massive bump, but trust me, it's big.

I spent some time browsing through the first few photos I took to document the belly, and I can't believe I used to feel big then. Because now... well, you get the point. And I'm sure I will look back on this photo in six weeks and think, wow, was I tiny. Pregnancy is funny that way.

Let's revisit Week 12, shall we?:



Yikes.

Baby girl is doing extremely well. Her little heartbeat is still strong as ever (this becomes the most important, not to mention most reassuring sound you will ever hear while carrying your kid), she's growing right on schedule and she's still training to take over for Billy Blanks on the Tae Bo videos.

She now weighs about a pound, and looks like a miniature newborn. Her lips, eyebrows and eyelids are becoming more distinct, and she's developed tiny tooth buds behind her gums.

As for mamma, life is as eventful as ever. Energy is up (good), weight is up (strangely good) and emotions are on overdrive. And in a fun new twist, I spent almost the entire week crying. I found myself choking up every 5 seconds while watching "The Biggest Loser." Sending Reece on a weekend camping trip turned on waterworks that could fill up a bathtub. And waking up this morning to snow sent me into convulsions. I even found myself tearing up when ordering at Bajio, because the whole process has changed since I was last there.

So for now, I will curl up on the couch, flip on Grey's Anatomy and sulk until Reece comes home to me. And maybe cry a little in the process.