How big is baby? Los is about 7 lbs. and is in the 80th percentile! According to one website he’s the size of a watermelon… on another, a duffle bag. Both seem extremely large when I try to picture it in my stomach so I’m just going to go with “he’s the right size to come out and not kill me”.
Maternity Clothes? I’ve given up on looking cute. Last week I was a real trendsetter: I wore Jason’s sweater to work one day and yoga pants another. Unless there is a client meeting on my calendar don’t expect too much from me!
Sleep: Some nights it’s great (only getting up once to pee) and others it’s awful. Last night happened to be an awful one so there is a lot of glaring and crabbiness exuding from my office.
Movement: Most of the blogs you read will talk about a decrease in movement by this stage since the baby is usually so squished… Well lucky for Los I’m pretty lengthy so he’s still able to move and groove. I actually think this is my favorite stage for movement because you can tell what’s moving across your belly... “Oh, that was his foot” or “I think he just punched my ***”!
Food cravings: I’m trying to reframe “craving” in my mind – this prego weight isn’t going to come off if I’m still eating ice cream and Baby Ruth’s every night!
What I miss: Every little thing that I miss can be summed up into one big thing: I miss my old body. I never thought it was tight enough or strong enough but after being this round… this “waddley”… I’m thinking I was pretty damn perfect!
What I am looking forward to: I’m looking forward to the final piece of this crazy prego-puzzle… ‘LOS! J and I are as ready as we will ever be so bring it on! I’m ready to get my ass kicked in labor, to be sleep deprived from having to feed him every few hours, to get peed on when I attempt to change his diaper… I’m ready to make silly faces for hours on end, to snuggle with his chubby cheeks (I’m just assuming here), to take millions of pictures of every little face he makes… I’m ready to be a mom.
Milestones: This kid is cooked!
Say What?: Hearing the doctor say I was already 3 cm dilated was very cool… but now very annoying. Every night you go to bed hoping to be woken-up by contractions… you wake-up in the morning wondering if you’ll have to leave work early because your water’s going to break… updating a status sheet before you leave work every night in case you don’t make it in the next day… Basically I’m spending WAY too much time thinking this kid is going to come and I blame my stalled cervix.
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