22 weeks

Behold the belly, I just ate lunch. And weird smirky face 

(Hey, this taking photos in the mirror without getting the toilet or litter box requires special talent. You're lucky I'm not sticking out my tongue in concentration.)

21.5/22 weeks. I have no idea how pregnant I am, but I only have 4 months and 3 days at the most before this kid arrives. My blood pressure, weight, and Nina's heartbeat are all good. My weight is almost back up to where I started. Which means I can safely gain enough weight for the rest of my pregnancy without worrying too much about what I eat. Bring on the ice cream and potato chips! (Just kidding, I am really not craving either too much now.)

It's hot out. I am stating the obvious, considering it's July in New England. Regardless, I'm going to complain about it, and if you're still with me you're going to read about it. It's humid and hot and gross. We have central air in our condo but we live on the 3rd and 4th floors and our old A/C unit/furnace thingy should probably be serviced. It is on constantly. In 90*+ weather, it works really hard to maintain a comfortable 78* in our house. Warmer upstairs (you know, that whole sciencey "heat rises" conspiracy....) Since we've put up Jack's curtains (all of 2 days ago) I notice that his room stays cooler throughout the day. All the more reason to get our own light blocking curtains in our bedroom.

It's hard for me normally to expose myself to the outside world. I am so allergic to everything and being pregnant in the dead of summer makes outside time suck. I know I should get Jack outside more often, especially how much he loves it. I take slight comfort in the fact that he gets outside at daycare, but I still feel like I'm denying him that essential kid time. Also, there are three flights of stairs to contend with and Jack still demands to be carried up or down about 75% of the time. I can't help but believe that it would be a lot easier on me and Todd if we did have a house with a fenced in yard. Not saying I'd let my 2-year old out without supervision, but if we had a deck or a patio, it would require less participation on my part to get him in and out. I know this is an excuse, but it's a good one. My allergies really are that bad.