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20-22 Weeks in One Photo

Technically it's 22 weeks although let's pretend it's my 20 week photo, cause 22 weeks is a little random and I matched the outfit to my first 20 week photo.

December 4 2012 vs November 4 2015


Fairly close (although I tried a slight slimming angle that first time around didn't I…)? Probably bigger the second time at least in the legs… because I definitely will not be wearing those pants again. I really hope that all my maternity that I still kept wearing over the last 2 years shrank some because it's a little disturbing how much tighter and shorter things are this time around, lesson learned. However, these days, 2 weeks does make a difference AND I LOVE ALL FOOD. And I love my doctor since they don't even mention my weight, unlike the last one . . .


I still think I feel little baby every time he is awake since they sleep a lot and I feel him a lot, but again he probably hates all the tight clothes too. Dad's definitely felt him; we're hoping Lexi can enjoy that concept soon. Sometimes she says she has a baby in her belly too. 
I'm not full of energy, but we're out & about now. 
I don't have any food aversions really . . . even milk tastes awesome. 
Perhaps I craved red meat & french fries again? (the salty)
And I just made a loaf of zucchini bread and I can eat.it.all.
My allergies are still insane e.v.e.r.y morning
My boobs aren't as sensitive this time around, good or bad??
I also didn't have to wake up to pee at night (unless Lexi woke me up)
I feel like my junk is already extra lose to spit out a baby. And that's a little scary.
Yeah, only women should read this blog. And my darling Mr Smith, who is so used to the talk by now.

let's call it {21 weeks}

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  1. Love it! I still wear all my maternity clothes too 😂

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