How Far Along? 31 weeks as of 3/12/2013.
Size of Baby: Over 16 inches long and 3.3 lbs in weight (“in four navel oranges” is what my app says. Umm. Confusing. Guess they couldn’t figure out how to compare the baby this week. )
- ALLERGIES or a cold that I caught from my coworker. I don’t know which one it is. But it has slowed me down. For the first time in my pregnancy, I am finding myself constantly referring to list of “safe” medications my doctor gave me. For the first two trimesters, I rarely if ever took anything. Now it’s a steady regimen of Zantac and often Tylenol. I’ve also taken Benadryl on a few occasions recently as well as Claritin.
- Heartburn. Have I mentioned that before? Saturday night I felt a little heartburn before going to bed but convinced myself that I could just wish it away. WRONG. wrong wrong wrong. I woke up with raging heartburn, so I walked downstairs like a Zombie, popped a Zantac, grabbed a piece of bread from the pantry, took it upstairs with me (earplugs still in, eyemask on) and munched it slowly while I lay on my side trying to still be asleep. It was a pathetic sight.
- Feeling like a pregnant goat. I don’t know how to explain this. Sometimes, I think pregnant women look like pregnant goats. My belly is getting out there, and I just feel like a pregnant goat. That’s okay with me, I don’t mind it. I think it’s kind of nice. At least I am not carrying twins (as most goats do). Let me illustrate with a picture of me in my work out get-up.
Movement: She definitely feels like she shifts a lot. I’ve learned that she doesn’t like “light.” She moves when I have clothes on, but not when I pull my shirt up. Let me set the stage for you. My best friend wanted to feel Tabs move. So, we sat down on the couch, and I ate an entire cupcake (IT WAS SO FREAKING GOOD). As we sat there, I felt like we were part of that fetish, you know the “feeder/eater” fetish? Where one person feeds the other, and they get off on the overweight person eating? Anyway, it was bizzare. So after I finished, she laid her hand on my exposed belly, and I poked around to see if I could get Tabs to move. Nothing. I finally said “You know, she doesn’t really like the light, so just keep your hand there and I will pull my t-shirt over it.” It was not 3 seconds later after I did that that the lochness monster (aka, Tabs) did some kind of huge twist like motion. So, she totally got to feel her!!
Clothes: Maternity. Enough said.
Exercise: Only made it to Monday’s body pump since Wednesday I was bogged down with so much to do, and Saturday I was at the shower. I did go on a walk though on Saturday!
Rings: Still on
Belly Button: Still in (maybe I’ll get lucky and it won’t pop?) Though I have a feeling that a lot is going to change in the next 8 weeks….
Stretch Marks: Still no new ones
Weight: well, I curiously got on the scale this morning, and it said I was up a total of 26lbs. We’ll see what it says at the doctor’s next week, that might mean that by some fluke I managed not to put on 5lbs in the last 2 weeks, despite my insatiable appetite for cupcakes.
Sex of the Baby: Love my little lady.
Sleep: My left lower back is hurting me again, which means my hip is out of alignment which means I need to call the chiropractor ASAP but I have been putting it off because of the times he has available, I don’t want to miss work and then his late evenings are Mondays and Wednesdays which is when I go to body pump and I don’t want to miss that. And this Wednesday, I’m going back to acupuncture. I hope she can help me with the discomfort.
Doctor Appointment: None this past week, but I have one tomorrow and it’s the 32 week ultrasound! WOOHOO!
Worst Moment of the Week: Besides feeling like I have a cold, I would say the worst moment of the week is right now because there is a wasp somewhere in this room with me. It was flying around but has now landed somewhere that I can’t find it, and I am afraid my cats are going to try to attack it and get stung. I am not the bug killer in the house. Tyler is, by default, and that’s ONLY because I am a combination of terrified, grossed out, and apologetic for killing bugs. (The exception is lady bugs, to which I try to trap in a cup and then take outside to the garden). I have come to the realization that when I become a mother, it will become my duty to kill bugs to protect my child, at all costs. This is so not cool. **update** the wasp started flying around again. I got the electronic bug zapper tennis racket and backed myself into a corner. Finally it got tired of flying and landed on the ground, sort of under the bedskirt. I grabbed the insect killer spray and I know that I got some on the bug, though it did crawl under the bed. I am going to leave it there for Tyler to investigate. I always say a little prayer for the bug. I feel SO BAD that I sprayed it with poison. I really do feel awful. What an awful way to go. Dear little wasp, all you wanted was to get outside, and I poisoned you. I am sorry.
Best Moment of the Week: This weekend was AMAZING. I had two showers, and I will write a post on those. The overwhelming outpouring of love and generosity from family and friends was in itself enough to bring me to tears. I am truly truly grateful.
Thoughts: Why has my poo schedule reversed? I used to be so regular in the morning, and now I always have to poo at 4pm. It’s so completely inconvenient I’m either at work or on my way to the gym. How can I reset the clock?! Oh yeah, starting tomorrow, EIGHT MORE WEEKS. WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTT