23 Weeks: kickboxing with baby and a cold

Not much to say this week.  Things are moving along smoothly which is exactly what we want.  Brett and I had a wonderful and relaxing weekend last weekend and I'm sure I'll get around to posting about our anniversary soon....hopefully.  Until then, here I am at 23 weeks.  My torso is so long (thanks to my Johnson side of the family) that I'm beginning to doubt if I'll ever look super pregnant (aka a cute round bump).  I consider it a blessing though!  As long as baby girl is still growing healthy, the less I grow the easier it is on me.

Since I didn't have much to say about the week I asked Brett what his favorite and not-so-favorite part of the last week was.

Best:  The other night Brett mentioned that it had been a few days since he felt the baby kick.  I told him I would let him know next time she was moving around.  Later that evening when she started up he was right over to feel.  The funny part this time, however, was that when she would kick/punch/move he would push firmly back.  Our little girl would then respond and they went back and forth for quite a few rounds.  I think Brett ended up winning but it was fun to see him "play" with our daughter and I know he'll be such a great dad even if he errs on the side of pestering rather than playing.  She'll learn its his way of showing his love.

Toughest:  I got sick.  :(  I woke up friday morning with a runny nose and sore throat.  I hadn't slept much thru the night because being congested made it hard to breath.  The worst part was actually when Brett got up to leave for work I asked him to get me a cough drop.  Before it could even finish dissolving in my mouth I knew it was a bad idea.  It made me super nauseous and I ended up throwing up.  Flashback to morning sickness!  Luckily that was short lived,  it was yet another daily reminder of how grateful I am  that I am feeling better now than I did the first 4 months of this pregnancy.  Since Friday I've dealt with the head congestion and related side effects but I am hoping my body will kick the little cold out soon. There isn't room/energy for me, the baby, and the cold all in one body.  And despite having a dream last night that my doctor decided to induce labor at 25 weeks I doubt the baby is going anywhere soon so the cold will have to vacate ASAP.