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no.169: feeling good at 22 weeks

I'll start this post out by saying "knock on wood." Because with 18 more weeks to go, anything can happen. But up until this point, it's pretty unbelievable how different pregnancies can be.

The first month or so, I was nauseous off and on. As long as I snacked often, I was fine. Eventually that went away completely. That is 100% different from my pregnancy with Molly, when I threw up multiple times a day and only ate saltine crackers and chicken & stars soup up until the 12-week mark. And even that didn't stay down.

I've been tired off and on. If only I could take a 2-hour nap every day, I would be golden! Most nights, I'm asleep by 9 p.m.

One thing that isn't all that different is my food cravings. This baby, much like her big sister, likes Taqueria (and most any Mexican food), ribs, steak, sub sandwiches, egg & cheese biscuits, iced green tea lattes and pizza. Typically, I'm not a fan of eggs or ribs or steak. But when pregnant? It seems like I am. Baby wants protein!

Only four short months to go, and I know they will fly by. Pretty soon, I will be juggling two little girls, and I'm pretty excited about that.

no.168: mountain time

On Sunday, we headed up to the mountains for a day trip. We didn't have much in mind, other than stopping at our "secret spot" (right after Helen but before heading over the mountain to Hiawassee). This is a spot that I've been going to since I was younger than Molly. I've always loved it there. It's just a little spot where you can play in the creek and throw rocks and take a little break.

Molly enjoyed it just as much as I used to. She could barely believe her ears when we told her she could actually throw rocks. She was beyond excited.

My family has always spent lots of time in the Hiawassee area. My Uncle David had a cabin up there, and my Grandmother had a camper that we used to spend summers upon summers hanging out and running around Eagle Mountain Trout Farm.

Although it isn't Eagle Mountain Trout Farm anymore, and it's no longer a working trout farm, we went up there to have our picnic lunch. The old guy who owns the place now was happy to have us stay for a while. He gave Molly a bag of fish food to throw to the remaining few trout and the carp in the big pond.

Molly was a great mountain traveler and didn't complain at all about all the time we spent in the car. She wasn't even interested in watching movies, saying that she'd rather look out the window and see everything. She's pretty awesome.