The key reason for this is increased comfort. The urge to puke is gone, the belly is small enough to allow for unimpeded bending and walking, and all those little "normal" discomforts are a reminder that going through labor will be just fine.
During her 22nd week Kasha was able to get a little taste of that comfort by finding a massage therapist to come to the house and really toss her around. Sounds bad, I know, but before finding this guy, Dr. Deng's his name, Kasha had not been able to find a willing masseur. Or rather, she'd go and pay for a massage and instead she'd get lightly tickled!
I thought I'd give massage therapy a try, too. This Dr. Deng is in his late fifties and weighs (maybe) one hundred twenty pounds but he was able to lift me clean off the ground by my neck (pop, pop, cr-r-r-rack) and then by my armpit (which for some unknown reason turned my spine into bubblewrapp). Basically, the guy's a real horse.
The real treat was when he pulls the skin of your back 6 inches off your spine! When he gets done with your back, your pants are too short. Weird, no?
Now how 'bout that pickle? This 22nd week we'll be focusing of the liver. People always use the personified liver (especially when chopped) as a name tag for the unappreciated. Well, they do back home, anyways. Here in China liver kebabs (called Chew-ARR in Beijing) are a delicacy on many a street corner and is so loved that people often buy it in the streets and take it into restaurants as a sort of BYO- Appetizer.
I am sure the pickle is pretty pumped about all that the 22nd week liver development can do. The long and short of it is that babies have less stable red blood cells, which are dying off more rapidly than in those of us already born. So their little livers have to process those old cells and get them out of there (through the placenta and back into mami) before they build up and lead to jaundice.
If the liver is over-stressed, then so be it. Yellow is one of Kasha's favorite colors anyways!
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