37 weeks- Progress

37 weeks

How far along| 37 weeks today or aka “full term”
Baby’s Size| Babycenter.com says, “Your baby weighs 6 1/3 pounds and measures a bit over 19 inches, head to heel”
Weight Gain| +10…but after this weekend I am sure to be up a pound or so. I had massive Slurpee/Icee cravings and indulged.
Sleep| Getting some. The hips or back weren’t hurting this week.
Clothes| Fun times, a week ago or so I found that clothes pictured above still fit.
Cravings| Did I mention Slurpees? Hit the spot, especially with the warmish weather we’ve been having.
Food Aversions| Not much at the moment. Pickles are back on the ‘no’ list.
Symptoms| The heel isn’t hurting as much but the nerve/hip pain came back with vengeance yesterday afternoon. I actually thought if it got any more painful I might pass out. The fiery pain is no joke. I must find some stretches to do. I’ve failed to do that because the pain would show up for a few minutes and was manageable. Might as well work at getting rid of it.
Movement| He still likes to get down low at times (awkward). But doctor mentioned he has not dropped (boo!).
Belly Button| In
Baby’s Sex| Un nene.
Highlight of the Week| Seeing the floor. No really, the place was that bad cluttered. Don’t ever downsize from a 4 bedroom house and think you can make it all fit :). Stuff from London + stuff from Austin= Chaos. But with much determination my husband managed to break down a bazillion boxes and get it ready for recycling. Hurray! Again, seeing the floor is quite a highlight 🙂
What I miss| Getting up without much effort. I feel like a seal trying to come onto land when laying down or getting up, that graceful. Also, having a sewing shop within a bus ride away. I broke two seam rippers and ran out of a specific thread right when I was 8 inches away from being done with my sling (super cute, by the way). Now I’m stuck waiting for an order to come in.

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Being on the other side of the country, while pregnant, from all your friends and family is quite trying. I mean, seriously, I didn’t think it would be. But after finding myself with little energy to set up house and no one other than my husband (who’s been working overtime FOREVER!) to interact with I got the blues. I got blue over not having the perfect nursery (I blame you, Pinterest!!!). I got blue over possibly having the baby come into a wreck of a house (but I strongly think this won’t happen; we’ve made great progress) .

When bringing home a little one I imagined a wonderful welcome, surrounded by those you love. I got blue that there was no one else to celebrate the baby’s arrival except for my mother (if she arrives in time), my husband and myself. But at the end of the day all that matters is, yes, a healthy baby. So I wipe those tears and think happy thoughts. Time is floating away and soon we’ll get to meet our little man and that makes me quite tickled and happy.

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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.