Week 32- Suffering from Bump Envy

32 weeks. This is how I look when not cradling my bump for a photo

How far along| 32 weeks
Baby’s Size| According to BabyCenter.com, “By now, your baby weighs 3.75 pounds (pick up a large jicama) and is about 16.7 inches long, taking up a lot of space in your uterus.”
Weight Gain| +8 pounds
Sleep| Wonderful and deep. When we moved into the new place we bought a new mattress and sleeping has been heaven ever since. There has been a few nights where I wake up with an ache but those are far and few in between.
Clothes| My non-maternity t-shirts and tanks are now too short. Time to make some longer tops.
Cravings| Ice cream.
Food Aversions| Leftovers at the moment.
Symptoms| Short of breath after climbing just a flight of stairs, round ligament pain showed up again, and bad acid reflux at night. Yucko!
Movement| Yes. Lots of it. Although he’s more frisky on one day than the next. There’s a schedule to his friskiness.
Belly Button| Innie.
Baby’s Sex| Boy.
Highlight of the Week| Tomorrow I am meeting with a doula and on Wednesday my best friend is coming for a visit. Aaand I get to have an ultrasound and see the Chex Man. It’s been a long time. I’ve very excited and of course, a bit nervous. I am always nervous for the scans.

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Maybe it’s the hormones but I have been feeling very sensitive over my bump lately. Often pregnant women complain over unsolicited attention their bump gets from strangers (“Don’t touch my belly, please”) or from unsolicited advice/comments (“You’re about to pop. Are you sure you’re not due sooner?”). Well not me. I get nothing. I often wear a cardi and maybe it does a good job of making me not look pregnant? I have yet to be asked how far along I am, when I am due, or offered a seat in a crowded train. Seems silly to moan about such miniscule things but here I am…moaning.

I think if I had a smaller frame (you know, size 8/10 with a cute basketball bump) people would be more inclined to coo over me; because obviously I would look pregnant. And let’s be honest, isn’t it nice to be cooed over when pregnant? My husband, friends, and family assure me that I look pregnant but then why would a store attendant ask me who am I buying baby clothes for? I totally frowned inside, maybe even shed a tear 🙂

I think most people are just being polite, not wanting to insult the chubby woman, just in case she just has a bad case of the bloats and isn’t pregnant. I respect that. I just thought I was passed that stage. I’m 32 weeks today and I’d like a bit of freaking strangers cooing at me. Is that too much to ask? Or will I regret that wish? I know I’m just being overly sensitive and silly. I’ll get over it, surely. It’s just that’s what’s bugging me this week.

With all that said, I am very thankful for having had a great uneventful pregnancy so far. All my worries have just been that- worries. I wouldn’t change a thing. Well, an easier move. I would have preferred an easier move 🙂

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Update: My prospective doula cancelled our meeting. As of today she has enough March births to attend to. I totally ended up ugly-crying. Not cool, hormones. Not cool.

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26 Weeks and Moving Day!

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Life has been a bit hectic this week. I had a friend visiting for Thanksgiving and she just left yesterday. Having run around all of London left me quite exhausted. Luckily I slept in yesterday and today and am feeling more like myself.

And today is moving day! Our stuff is getting packed for air and sea shipment at the moment. We fly out to NYC on Monday and to San Francisco on Friday. Let the adventure begin!

As for baby…well he’s doing great. We went for a 25 week checkup and got our results back from the gestational diabetes test: negative! Woo hoo. But my word that sugary stuff was DISGUSTING. And I have me a sweet tooth but that drink was like drinking a concentrated melted lemon popsicle. Made me feel quite ill. Glad I was allowed to drink water.

In other news we went to see two musicals: Rock of Ages and The Jersey Boys. Rock of Ages was super loud, rattling the seats loud! Poor Chexie was not amused. He kicked the crap out of me. I used my coat and my friend’s to muffle the noise, covering my belly. He calmed a bit but I could do anything about those vibrations here and there.

At intermission I changed seats, to one with bad acoustics and with a limited view. He calmed down quite a bit and I was able to see the end (I was going to wait for my friend in the lobby if Chexie continued kicking).

So that’s all for now. Hoping to get back to regular baby updates once we are settled. For now general ones will have to do 🙂 Next update will come from across the pond! Whoa.