Some changes I've noticed at 21 weeks...
1. I can't slouch; it's too uncomfortable. It's harder to breathe, so I end up having to sit up straight, something my mom has tried to enforce every waking moment of my adolescent years. Usually she would do this by grabbing my shoulders, her right hand squeezing some weird Vulcan death grip against my scapula while admonishing, "Sit up! Do you want to be a hunchback?" To which I'd snottily reply, "Yes! Yes! I want to be a hunchback! I'm Quasimodo! Ow! Lemme alone!"
So now if I want to breath somewhat comfortably, I have to sit up in my chair.
2. My pants really don't fit anymore. The button on my jeans is leaving some serious indentations on my skin. I feel like in the last two weeks my stomach has suddenly inflated. It feels like a ripe watermelon, and it's difficult to bring my feet up to my chest to examine my toenails. The stomach is getting in the way of everything, and I know it's only going to get worse.
3. Last but not least, I'm losing my mind. Seriously. I have never been this forgetful; one of my best qualities is having a mind like a steel trap, which only seems to annoy other people. My memory for absolutely useless facts and insane trivia is second-to-none. But can I remember to turn the stove off after I finish making scrambled eggs so that the leftover egg scabs don't burn and bond permanently to the metal skillet. No, apparently not.
Several people have said that women's brains shrink during pregnancy. Now they tell me. It's not enough that I have to puke and faint and not poop and blow up like a blimp. I'm also getting stupid! Hooray!
Last week I left my keys in the door. And this morning I left my coffee on the kitchen counter and was halfway to work before I noticed. Before I noticed! Before I noticed the one thing I look forward to in the morning, the thing I sometimes dream about at night, the thing that gives meaning to my life. Coffee. And I completely FORGOT about it.
Now I'm at work with a cup of Earl Grey Tea. Not bad, but NOT the same thing.