Fifteen.

How Far Along: 15 weeks

Total Weight Gain: Thanks to being in Dallas this morning and in Lexington yesterday morning, I didn't weigh myself this week.  Here's hoping next Tuesday morning brings a 2 pound or less gain since my last weigh in.

Maternity Clothes: The belly bands aren't really working anymore.  When I sit, I have major whale tail going on in the back - nobody wants to see that shit - especially on a growing prego.  I'm going to shop in Dallas on Tuesday for some jeans and a pair of black dress pants.  I rocked one of my college dresses to a wedding this weekend and after dinner I felt like my boobs were going to explode out of the top and flash everyone present (nothing like naked boobs to take all of the attention off the bride).  Thankfully they didn't, but I think I'll be sticking to maternity dresses from here on out.  I had actually packed another dress in the car in case I actually did bust the dress open.  Always be prepared!
Sleep: While I'm in Dallas this week, I have every intention of going to bed around 9pm and waking up at 7:15am.  Can't. Freaking. Wait.

Best Moment(s) This Week: Jake and I spent all day Saturday with our college friends.  Every time we are together I am reminded how incredibly blessed I was to have joined a sorority almost ten years ago (YIKES I'M OLD) that served, among other things, as an outlet to find some of the best friends a girl could ask for.  We always pick up right where we left off, and leave each other with sore abs from all the laughing we did while we were together.  I loved every second and can't wait to see them again.

Gender:  The five week countdown has begun.

Movement: "They" say I could be starting to feel some fluttering soon, but I have felt zero anything so far.  Also, Monkey is the size of a navel orange.  I'm not sure how big a navel orange is compared to a regular orange, or if there's even a difference (who comes up with this crapola anyway?), but that seems pretty big to me!  And in other good news, Monkey actually looks like a human now instead of some creepy weird alien rolling around in my belly.

Food Cravings: Everyone keeps asking me about my weird cravings, but I have nothing to report.  I do have a really funny hunger story from today though: I am in a training class in Dallas this week, and I have been really anxious about how I'm going to handle my desperate need to eat every two hours.  I made it until about 11am this morning before I started to feel the hunger kick in.  By 11:30 when the instructor released us for lunch, my shirt was soaking wet, my hair was wet, and I had beads of sweat dripping down my face.  I had to go in the bathroom and literally wipe all of my makeup off of my face because I had sweated it all off.  I went through 3 paper towels sopping up all the sweat on my face, neck, and chest.  I got in my car and shoved about 10 starbursts in my mouth as fast as I could because I needed food and I needed it ASAP and those were the only thing in my purse.  Talk about your embarrassing pregnancy moments.  I'll be heading to Walmart tonight to stock up on inconspicuous snacks so this doesn't happen again.

Symptoms: Day sweats caused by hunger.  Gross.  I also have an abnormally high amount of boogers in my nose (also gross, I know), but it's like they just don't stop reproducing.  I feel like I could be that 2 year old with his finger up his nose all day and still never be able to breathe without obstruction.  I've also noticed the need to take more deep breaths than normal and I'm wondering if this is the beginning of the wheezing/not being able to breathe stage.  I am only 15 weeks along, it's going to be a long 5 more months for Jake if that is the case. 

What I Miss: My clothes.  Drinking wine at weddings.  Drinking beer at the pool.  Drinking wine with dinner.  Drinking beer on Monday nights after Jake's softball games.  I am fully aware I sound like an alcoholic.  I don't care.  Refraining from alcohol in the summer BLOWS.  Next time (godwilling) I'm getting pregnant in August.

What I am Looking Forward to: After this horrible week alone in Dallas, I am so excited to spend the weekend in Cooperstown with my hubby and parents watching Barry Larkin get inducted into the Hall of Fame.

Noteworthy Items:

-All of my anxiety about this trip to Dallas by myself has come true during the first 24 hours.  My flight was delayed last night.  I didn't get to the hotel until 11:30pm.  I had to move rooms because the assholes next door were watching some obnoxiously loud movie in the adjoining room next to me loud enough that I had no chance of sleeping.  I got lost on my way to the training center this morning but luckily still got there on time.  And lastly, see the day sweats story I recently divulged.  It's going to be a long 3 and a half more days.

-Staying completely sober at a wedding is not the most exciting thing in the world, but I managed to have a good time with my friends anyway.  Sadly, I am very proud of myself.

-Not only did Fifty Shades single handedly bring back my pregnant libido, it served as great dinner conversation with my friends on Saturday at the wedding.  "Get me some chicken and a Gatorade."

-My rental car in Dallas is a bright red Ford Mustang.  I cannot think of a car that is less me.  I'm positive I look hysterical driving around in a little red sports car, especially since I pull a U-turn or change lanes about every 100 feet because I have no clue where the eff I'm going. 

-Being on a business trip alone and pregnant is no fun.  I miss my husband.  And my dog.  That's all folks.