19 weeks

this wednesday really snuck up on me! baby is the size of an heirloom tomato, but we don't have those on island or i'd be eating them every day.  i still don't feel large enough to have something that big in my belly, but i can't complain.  i feel great -- people are telling me i'm glowing or at least back to my cheerful self after all those months of "morning sickness." i can and will still sleep 12 hours if you let me, but i can function just fine on 8. 

i'm out of cherries, but i'm still craving them.  i wish i had some fun, weird cravings to report, but so far none of that has happened.  i've been thinking a lot about making smoothies (and pinterest makes the cravings worse), but unfortunately the ingredients are hard to find and expensive so i haven't followed through on that yet.  we haven't had any new papayas or bananas from our yard in a while or i'd be all over those.  i'd really like to make a local banana bread, but i know i'd just eat the whole loaf in 2 days max and i'm trying so hard to not let myself go and end up one of those women complaining about baby weight for the rest of her life.  i want to keep weight gain to a minimum and bounce back quickly so i can prepare my body for the next baby in a few years :)

we haven't discussed names any further for the past few weeks because we're so close to finding out the sex there's no sense in putting in more effort.  i'm pretty settled on jonah emery because it honors our fathers (both are named john) and my grandpa who passed away last year and who was the most awesome grandpa ever of all time!  mom and i went through my family genealogy looking for some hidden treasures, but we had no luck, as it seems my ancestors weren't very creative and just used the same names generation after generation.  i'm at the point where i feel like no matter what we name our child, as long as we spell it correctly, he or she will have a major advantage over all the maddisyns and aiydens of the world right out of the gate.