Hello, world, this is our squash!

This is our baby girl. She is 21 weeks along and this week she is the size of a SPAGHETTI SQUASH! I update my wonderful boyfriend, Atiba, about the status of our "fruit" regularly... whether he likes it or not. From heartburn to gas to the awesome baby movements... oh and the crying, because my hormones have turned me into a giant exposed nerve... come hell or high water, he gets me... all of me. I couldn't think of a better person to share my genes with other than this man... I'm having my best friend's baby. 

So I'm starting this blog about halfway through my pregnancy because Atiba came up with this awesome cheesy name after my repeated updates about the size of our fetus in comparison to various produce. Awww I remember when she was just a large plum... with fingernails. They grow up so fast *sniffle*. 

Being pregnant is one of the strangest feelings I've ever experienced. Sometimes I'll even forget that I'm pregnant... not in that oops-I-drank-a-fifth-of-rum and forgot I was pregnant kind of way but in that was-that-gas-oh-shit-that-was-a-baby kind of way. Now that she's a little over a pound and I feel her wiggle a lot more, that is certainly less of an issue. There is no mistaking a dome to the bladder or an acrobatic roll under the ribs... she's pretty active when she wants to be. I love being pregnant, despite all of the oddities and uncomfortableness... what's even cooler is that I have a supportive partner who rubs my belly (and talks to it every morning) and makes me ginger tea when my heartburn flares. I'm a lucky momma and so ready for this crazy ride!