Monday, February 25, 2019

Weeks 34, 35, 36.

How far along: 36 weeks

Baby Size: A head of romaine lettuce

Weight gain: 38 pounds at my last appointment (ugh)

Maternity clothes:  Yeah, for the ones that fit.  At this point even some of my maternity items are just a tad snug. The maternity pants I've been wearing throughout this pregnancy are starting to get a little tight in the hips, as I think my hips are starting to widen to get ready for the big day.  So I've had to stick with a few staples in my closet and just hope that they'll get me through until girlfriend makes her grand appearance.  
Sleep: Can't complain about this one (yet), aside from the potty breaks and the strange midnight acid reflux episodes that seem to be happening every night without fail. 

Gender: All bows. 

Movement: Some days she's more active than others, but I've had to sit through a few meetings at work where my stomach was moving and bouncing like crazy. Will has been able to place his hands on my stomach and feel movement from her various body parts (primarily the knees and feet) when I draw his attention to it. Meanwhile she seems to be moving from one side of my stomach to the other.  In the morning she'll be safely hovered on my left side, but by lunch I'll be able to feel her head all the way to the right.  Hoping all this movement back and forth is just preparing her for her final voyage downwards!

Best moment this week: I've had several people express surprise at how far along I am when they ask. Mostly women who assure me they were much bigger than I am this far along, and that I seem to be carrying really well. Hey, at this point, I'll take any compliment I can get. I do have to keep reminding myself that a lot of people have much worse pregnancies than I'm having, and that these small very typical pregnancy aches and pains I'm feeling are small potatoes considering what others have to go through. 

Looking forward to: Feeling that first contraction.  Every single tingle and pain I feel makes me hold my breath until I'm convinced that it's not something more than it is. At this point we're so ready for the labor portion, and I don't think there's anything else I could do to better prepare myself for it!

Food cravings: My grandfather used to have a glass bowl of Hershey's chocolate almond nuggets at his house, and I used to eat them all slowly one by one, letting the chocolate melt away in my mouth until I reached the almond in the middle.  I came across a bag of these at the grocery store last week, which I of course had to buy.  At night when we're watching tv I eat these candies one by one, the way I used to, and it triggers memories of my grandparents' house as a child. 

Anything making you queasy or sick: Just the acid reflux that rears its ugly head around midnight most nights. 

Labor Signs: So far I've had two episodes of Braxton Hicks, but they were just one quick contraction each time.  I've been drinking my red raspberry leaf tea and eating dates religiously, so I'm hoping to feel some more of these "getting ready" contractions in the coming days and weeks. 

What I miss: Being able to get out of bed or out of a chair without a) someone's assistance or b) careful planning and a great deal of gravity on my side.

Symptoms: Acid reflux, round ligament pains, horrible pain in my right knee that has been there for weeks, trouble breathing deeply (girlfriend is crushing my lungs), a severe case of baby brain, gray hairs, arthritis in my hands when I wake up in the mornings, swelling in my hands, feet, legs, and face, etc.  Just all the normal stuff that goes along with this "season" of life. 

Nursery: It's completed, but it's a mess.  I have so much laundry and other items strewn across the rocker and crib while I try to put together all the items we'll need at the hospital. There will be time for tidying up later. 

Belly Button in or out? Neither.  I just don't have one anymore. 

Wedding rings on or off? Off. Even the fake larger ones I bought are too small at this point. 

Mood: Excitement with a mixture of anxiety.  I'm just so ready to meet this baby and to get past the labor stage.  A month or two ago I would have said that I was terrified of the process of giving birth, but I've done so much research and reading and taking classes and just overall fretting over the whole thing that I think I've worked my way past the fear entirely.  I accept that it's going to hurt, and there's going to be very little I can do to control the situation.  However, I understand that going through labor is necessary and that we'll be rewarded with the greatest gift of our lives at the end of it. 

Workouts: Ha. I can barely walk up a flight of stairs without getting winded. Exercise is so out of the question at this point.  
Hubby: He's just as anxious and ready as I am to meet our sweet girl.  He's been so sweet about helping me out around the house and trying to make things easier on me. I think it pains him to see me feeling as useless and aggravated as I am at this point, and he's ready to have his wife back. We're both just counting down the days at this point..

Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Weeks 30, 31, 32, 33

How far along: 33 weeks

Baby Size: A butternut squash

Weight gain: 30 pounds at my last appointment (ugh)

Maternity clothes:  Oh yeah.  And some of them don't even fit anymore.  This bump is all out front, which makes the clothing portion a little difficult.  My shoes officially no longer fit, because my feet have ballooned up a few sizes. I went out and bought two new pairs of flats in a size bigger than my usual size just to make it through the end of this pregnancy. 
Sleep: Fine, for the most part.  Still getting up multiple times a night for bathroom breaks.  I've been having some awfully strange dreams lately.  Must be all those pregnancy hormones..

Gender: Everything pink. 

Movement: Oh yeah.  She's apparently taking salsa lessons late at night.  There have been points where she's kicked me between the ribcage and I can feel the outline of a little foot! She's definitely head-down at this point, so I can sort of tell the distinct movements (hands versus feet) based on where they are.  The other night we were in bed watching tv and I had my phone just resting on my stomach.  Out of nowhere, the phone went flying across the room.  Girlfriend has some serious power in there -- that's not the first time she's swatted something away from my stomach. 

Best moment this week: I think I've finally reached the point where I know the end is near, and I'm satisfied with the progress we've made up to this point.  If she were to arrive tomorrow, we're basically all set with the things we truly need.  So, that's essentially the biggest burden off my shoulders.  I'm also so happy we've finished up with our childbirth classes at the hospital -- it turns out that most of their standard policies align with the things I really wanted to ask for in the first place, such as delayed cord clamping and immediate skin-to-skin contact. I'm feeling equal parts terrified and over the moon excited about this labor portion of our journey, but mostly I just want to go ahead and get through it.  At this point the waiting is really just killing me. 

Looking forward to: Meeting that sweet girl! I'm ready to get this show on the road!

Food cravings: None to speak of. 

Anything making you queasy or sick: I've been experiencing waves of nausea out of nowhere this week.  My chiropractor said it was most likely due to a subluxation in my spine (which he adjusted), so I'm waiting to see if it reappears.  Eating too much at night has been my downfall, because that food just seems to sit on my stomach and takes forever to be digested. I'm trying my best to take my time eating dinner so I can better gauge when I'm full. 

Labor Signs: Not yet. 

What I miss: This is going to sound like I'm not thankful for being blessed with this pregnancy (which isn't the case at all), but I really am looking forward to a time in the future when I can go back out into public and not be stared and gawked at like a circus animal. I know it more than often comes from a good place, but the staring really gets old. 

Symptoms: Back pain, per usual. Apparently the baby's head is resting against my left pubic bone, which makes walking a little uncomfortable. I'm just achy all over, and so tired all the time. Walking up the stairs is a huge workout, and it leaves me completely out of breath. I'm still finding gray (read: white) hairs popping up along my hairline.  They honestly just show up overnight, and I'm hoping they'll go away once I give birth. 

Nursery: Almost completely done! I'll be sure to post pictures here once everything has been put in its rightful place. We bought a new area rug that I absolutely love that ties everything together so well in there!

Belly Button in or out? Eh, at this point it's basically flush with my stomach.  Which my husband loves to make fun of, because it looks like I don't even have a belly button at all at this point. 

Wedding rings on or off? Off. I bought fake wedding rings a half size bigger than usual to tide me over through the end of the pregnancy, but my hands are too swollen to even accommodate those anymore.  So, I guess I'm going without rings from here on out. My husband loves to joke that I'm just a single mother, getting judgmental looks from the strangers who pass me by.  He's not entirely wrong about the looks -- I can definitely tell when people look at my stomach and automatically scan my left hand for a wedding ring. 

Mood: I think I've reached the end of pregnancy "snippiness" I've heard about.  Everything stresses me out, and I'm just exasperated most of the time. 

Workouts: Not really.  Still doing squats and lifting 5-pound dumbbells every night before bed, but I don't have the lung capacity for anything remotely aerobic. 
Hubby: Once again, is being such a good sport about putting up with me at this point.  He's relocated himself to the guest bedroom at night because my obnoxious snoring and hogging the bed is too much for anyone to deal with.