Easy as 10-11-12... or 1-2-3

This whole pregnancy thing is as easy as 1,2,3... I mean, last week I wrote that I could still fit into the majority of my clothes and then poof, I now have 3 pairs of pants that still fit.  I tell everyone I'm feeling great and then the next day, I'm so tired and can't function without a nap.  One day, I'm eating normally and then the next, I'm starving and can't get enough ____.  So, whoever said that pregnancy is complicated has it all wrong-- all you have to do is say that one thing is happening and then the next day, the opposite will happen!
I'm a type of person that likes to know where others are with things.  I compare myself and my progress to others in similar situations.  Every pregnancy book says that every pregnancy is different.  That answer doesn't suit me.  I want to know that others are freaking out when they read that the 'typical' 15 week pregnant woman is to have gained 5 pounds and then look at the scale and realize that number passed a few weeks ago. I used to believe that every pregnant woman craved pickles, and yet I haven't gone through a jar yet.  I haven't sent my husband on a 2am run to the grocery store to get me a seedless watermelon or corn on the cob (or some other item that's really not in season)... am I normal? In a world with so many pregnant women, I all of a sudden feel like an individual.  I guess things aren't as easy as 1,2,3.  But, I will continue to take each week as it comes and continue to progress with the pregnangy and watch Baby T grow.  So, here's to 10-11-12 and hitting the 15 week mark!

Baby T is now 4 inches long and is about the size of a navel orange.  S/he weighs 2.5 ounces, which is a little more than the weight of a large egg.  I will probably be 'that woman' in Wal-Mart standing in the aisle, holding an egg and staring at it wondering if my little egg will be nice to me and be a lovely size of 7 or 8 pounds at delivery, or if it will have the big genes in our families and weigh closer to 9 or 10 pounds.  Holy crud.  I have 25 weeks (or so) to prepare myself.  So, don't be surprised if you're in the Brookings Wal-Mart in March and you see me holding a watermelon and crying.