Same shirt & pants – 5 months apart.
How far along? 38 weeks.
How big is baby? We’ll find out soon enough.
Total weight gain: +28 lbs (aka: 26% of my pre-pregnancy body weight…no wonder life is so hard)
Updates: I tested negative for GBS, so hooray for not needing an IV of antibiotics! We also toured a different hospital last week and both knew instantly we wanted to have our baby there. There are two low-intervention birth rooms that feel less hospital-y, their standard hospital practices like having the baby stay on me while they examine it and tend to it are what I’d request elsewhere, and they have food on demand instead of only for breakfast, lunch, and dinner times. Food is important. So is feeling like I won’t have to fight to get the things I want. Phew. I feel such a sense of relief! I also went over our birth plan with my OB and she was 100% on board. (I was even all apologetic, “I know people think birth plans are silly! But I found it helpful.” She waved it off, saying, “I think birth plans are a great idea.”)
The baby clothes are in the closet, the car seat base is in the car, and I’m pre-registered at the hospital. Now we just need to pack a bag and, oh yes, narrow down this child’s name possibilities. We’ve made no progress whatsoever on that front.
Anxious about: Now that I’m nearing the end, I’m surprised to find myself dealing with bouts of anxiety again. Mostly about the baby not moving enough or all that could go wrong in the next few weeks. I don’t think I’ll be able to relax until I have a healthy baby outside of me. I hate that I can’t just savor these last weeks with my child inside of me, but I just really want to know s/he is okay.
Excited about: Seeing my baby outside of me and no longer having to carry the baby inside of me. I can, like, hold it in my arms, which will hurt my back and hips so much less than this crazy gestation business.
Feeling: Tired, achy, ready to meet this baby.
Exercise: Walking a few miles a few times a week – I feel great during, then so achy afterward. Just living has become exercise. Ha.
Sleep: Not good. Luckily I’m not commuting an hour each way, like I was the first time, so I can’t complain. (Nor do I need to leave the house by 7 am). Naps are still a possibility. Perks of working from home!
Movement: Slowing down a lot – I hear it’s getting cramped in there. It’s also more…roll-y and less jab-y. Luckily, I still have a doppler that I can pull out when I’m nervous and hear that little 140 bpm thud-thud-thud.
- I said (melodramatically) that I had the worst nights sleep of my life. Mike said, “me, too” and I retorted “I was up 6 times to pee, deal with Gabe, and eat a bowl of cereal at 4:15 am. I can’t sleep on my stomach or back and I can’t get a full breath. Also, I was contracting. BEING THIS PREGNANT IS HARD.” It appears I’ve reached the uncharitable part of pregnancy. So sorry, everyone I encounter.
- The number of pairs of underwear I’ve thrown away because they ripped while I was pulling them up is…alarming. Let’s just say my thighs and rear have definitely grown (as is evidenced by that photo!)
- This pregnancy has been way harder than my pregnancy with Gabe. The first 22 weeks were spent throwing up and being insanely anxious, then I had a few weeks of enjoying it! then I started getting some awful hip and back pain around 28 weeks and the stomach flu hit me a few weeks later. Some days I marvel at women who do this many times, close together, because dude. It’s hard. It’s obviously 110% worth it in the end, though.
- I was talking to Mike about my birth anxieties (they started back up) and told him I wished I forgot the pain of childbirth. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to work? I forget how hard it was and then want to do it again?
- Oh, I’m officially wearing Mike’s shirts now. Glad I have a husband who’s a foot taller than me – it comes in handy when my maternity shirts all are too small.
- Speaking of clothes (this is the longest post ever), we are going to a wedding tomorrow and I’m preemptively worrying about how beached-whale-like I’m going to feel compared to all the cute girls in their cute dresses who aren’t waddling around and breathing heavily.
- Gabe was born on his due date set by the dating ultrasound, but was a few days late according to when I ovulated. Which means this baby is more likely to be late than early, right? Is there any correlation between first babies and second ones? I mostly really find the mystery of when I’ll go into labor really fun, but sometimes I just wanna know if it’ll be one more day or three more weeks!