We're Halfway There

So yesterday we had our 20 week ultrasound. Me and my posse (Brandon, Mom, and Kara) showed up and enjoyed watching John Mark on screen for about 20 minutes. Luckily we got a DVD of the pictures and a few videos. Click play on the screen above to watch. When I watch all I can think of is 1) How neat it is to see him (yes, it's officially a HIM) and 2) How bored he looks. Of course he's not bored, but he sure looks bored to me.

It's weird to say "WE're halfway there." Ever since my body started to change and I became aware that there was something in there I've been thinking about how strange it is that a man's body doesn't change at all (except maybe for some sympathy pounds). Their physical responsibility doesn't last much past conception. I know that if Brandon told it, he would disagree. Yes, there are other less mandatory demands such as picking up my 50 pound luggage throughout our trip and dealing with my mood swings. When I'm having a bout of pregnancy symptoms Brandon affectionately refers to me as "Pregger." You'd think this would be offensive, but anything to make me feel like my symptoms are normal gives me comfort.

My students seem to be as astounded by the fact that there's a real baby in my stomach as I am. I showed them an ultrasound picture this morning and throughout the day they'd make random comments like "Is the baby in there right now?" and "When will it come out?" There haven't been any questions that border on inappropriate, but I am curious about what, if anything, they are thinking about how the baby got there and how exactly it will get out. Embarrassingly enough I don't think I fully realized all the technicalities until much later than is normal (I'm pretty sure Kara was the one who brought it to my attention), but I never knew anyone pregnant so it took a while to get my wheels to start turning. I wonder if their lines of questioning will get more profound as my stomach continues to get bigger.

I love looking at other people's pictures on facebook. I have always loved seeing people's cute baby bumps, and I hate it when people don't let me be a voyeur and limit their facebook photos (especially their baby bump pics). I've been taking photos of myself since about 12 weeks, but none have been facebook worthy. I guess when you're pregnant you don't feel very cute. That being said, here's my first share-worthy photo at 20 weeks: