I'm 32 weeks pregnant, y'all. I have 8...weeks...to go. 10, if Rhys decides to be fashionably late.Each week brings new "Pregnancy Firsts" - for example, this week I discovered that I could lift my belly with my hands. Prior to this there wasn't really enough overhang to do any lifting, but now, I can lift it. Also, jiggle it. Like a bowl full of jelly.
It's the little things, okay?
Incidentally, he REALLY hates it when I jiggle him like a bowl full of jelly.
Sandy and I have now taken a birthing class at our hospital, and we're still taking classes with our Doula.
We're shortly starting classes at our hospital in early baby care and breast feeding. Sandy and I both subscribe to the ancient wisdom of G.I. Joe: "Now you know. And knowing is half the battle."
In other news, I'm incredibly uncomfortable at night, my pillow fortress has gained two new pillows, I have to get up 6 billion times to pee, my abdomen hurts in the morning because I'm pretty sure Rhys has spent all night tap dancing inside it, and I've reached the emotional breaking point where I've realized I will never get my life, body, or sleep habits back. Ever. Ever Ever.
Also, my feet have started to swell. THE FINAL INDIGNITY! I swore I could bear anything as long as I didn't have ankles that looked like ham hocks. Waaaaaaaaaaaah!
In the above picture, I was dressed for a reception at one of our local hospitals celebrating their current fundraising initiative. Lots of standing around smiling politely at people and drinking 7up while delicious-looking but inedible (to pregnant me) butler-passed hors d'oeuvres like sushi and rare beef were shoved at me. I could tell the waiters and waitresses were thinking, "jeez that pregnant woman is a really tough sell..."
At one point, I went to put my drink down on a cocktail table and nearly knocked the table over with my enormous baby gut instead. RAMMING SPEED! Embarrassing.
The docs had to up my thyroid med dosage - I'm now taking 50 mcgs of levothyroxine instead of 25. And I'm now seeing my Ob/Gyn every two weeks, instead of every four. Which is, I'm sure, thrilling for everyone concerned. He busted out a soft flexible dressmaker's measuring tape the last time I was there, and carefully measured my gut. I looked very seriously over Rhys' biodome at him and said, "I would like it in an apricot silk, please." He replied cheerfully, "you're right on track!" and I thought, 'how could that possibly be the case when I am like, 600x larger than every other pregnant woman I've seen who is due the same time I am?!'
But as Sandy, the doctor, and our doula keep reminding me, "every woman carries differently!" Gah. Gah with bells on. If that's the case then I would like to place an order for carrying like the other chick in my doula's class, who probably weighs 15 lbs more than she did before her pregnancy and is itsy freaking bitsy. Because I have back fat. And dimples. DIMPLES! in my thighs. GAH! I WADDLE!!!!
Aaaaaand that's enough self-pity for one post. Kiss kiss y'all...
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If it's of any comfort, you'll be astonished at how quickly your old feet come back to you. Serious as a heart attack. The day after you give birth you'll look down at the foot of the hospital bed and there your old feet will be, like magic! Then you'll worry that your feet appear skeletal and you'll ask everyone who cares to listen/look "Do my feet seem WRONG to you?". This is because you've gotten so accustomed to seeing what I called "Shrek feet".
Good luck to you, Nessa. The last eight weeks of my pregnancy were the longest I've ever experienced. I didn't know you could hurt like that ...
An apricot silk would be lovely! So happy you're so close (and yet so far?) to meeting your little guy! May your feet return to their normal size. I hear some just get bigger feet and they stay that way. The horror! What does one do with all the old shoes?!
Jane!! That's amazing! I cannot wait to worry about my skeletal feet...hurrah!
Kathy - Urg. Hugs. Lots of hugs to you. I'm really, really glad that I listened to my own brain in the second trimester and got a lot of the baby prep-work done early, while I still felt capable of doing things, because right now the idea of lugging a mattress up a flight of stairs or putting together a crib is horrifying to me. Mostly I want to just curl up in a nest someplace and incubate.
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