Pictures:
Week 29 side view.
Week 29 front view.
Week 29 with Owen for reference. I feel like I look WAY bigger this time around, but who knows.
Week 29 with Owen, one more.
Week 28, with #2. Clearly not with Owen (HI TURTLE who photobombed my picture....aka Owen!)
Week 28 front view.
How I'm feeling?
Ah, feeling ok. Huge- given. Pregnant - given. Over it- already stated. Other than that, just fine. One new thing this week that I had forgotten from the last time around is leg cramps. I'm not sure what brings this on this time in pregnancy but I went back and looked at my blog archives from Owen and I had leg cramps with him around this time as well. Weird! I know they are common in pregnancy, but odd that for me they seem to occur right upon entry in to the 3rd trimester. It may have something to do with the warmer weather... which, by the way, HELLO SWELLING. Anyway, I've found that I can mitigate the cramping by drinking electrolytes so I've been chugging those like no ones business lately.
How I'm changing?
I am getting to the point where I am being forced to realize my limitations. We went to a fitness class this weekend (similar to the one a couple of weeks ago) and it was awesome! I really kicked butt on the bike and sweat my booty off. It was one of the best workouts I'd had in a while, save for the same similar workout we went to a couple weeks prior. I felt like, for that hour, I wasn't pregnant and could push myself to that "fitness point" I love and crave so much. Walked (kind of waddled) out of there feeling like a complete rockstar. Then we went home and had a completely productive day getting things done around the house. The next day? I felt like I had run not one but TWO marathons. I literally was so exhausted, it took energy and focus to blink (slight exaggeration, but how tired I felt was incredible). And it wasn't that I was tired as in needing to sleep tired, it was tired in a way that my body said STOP. HALT. ENOUGH. As in, we are trying to grow a baby here, THE END. And so, in that regard, I am having to realize that as much as my head tells me to GO GO GO and "you're still you, you can still do everything you want," my body will eventually revolt and say "HELL NO."
What I'm eating?
Since my failed first glucose test, I am trying to be a little bit more conscious about what I'm eating. I could literally eat potato chips by the bag, but I'm thinking that doesn't really fall in to the "healthy" category (and when I'm not pregnant, I wouldn't come within 10 feet of them...) So, I'm really trying to be good this week and telling my cravings to piss off because I need to make a more concerted effort to eat better. I guess for better or worse, that failed glucose test got my attention. I guess I was right on the cutoff line of even needing the additional test, so everything is probably fine anyway but it was a good smack in the butt to try to eat better regardless. I was committed this week to eating a healthy breakfast (usually egg whites and a yolk with veggies, sometimes a banana/peanut butter/oatmeal), then a healthy lunch (usually a lean protein and some veggies and fruit) and a good dinner (my big thing this week was turkey burgers and salads).
I'm still kind of in flux about the whole meat thing as I was such a big vegan before, but I know it's good for me right now since the baby needs the protein, and so do I most likely. But, I can't think about it too much or I get completely grossed out. On the other hand, there's only so much hemp protein I can eat and I really don't like soy as an alternative when pregnant. So, I'm doing the meat thing. I am tolerating it now, but I could be completely repulsed by it again once I'm not pregnant which is what happened with Owen. We shall see.
Weight I'm gaining?
This week I was 144 pounds, which is two up from last week, but last week I was one down from the week before so I guess I'm just fluctuating. I was 141.5 with Owen at the same time last time, so again, pretty consistent. I feel huge but the numbers on the scale really aren't too far off to make a big deal about. No stretch marks yet this time around (didn't get any last time so fingers crossed), and rings still fit unless it's a hot and humid day and then they don't come off.
How I'm sleeping?
Well, Owen was sick for part of this week. He had a 102-103 degree temperature for the better part of 48 hours. No other symptoms other than being clingy and lethargic. We initially thought it was teething, then didn't feel any teeth, which in hindsight sticking our finger in our mouth at the expense of being bitten by all of the other teeth was probably not the best test for this. We called the doctor who thought it was a virus and to let it run it's course. Then, upon fighting Owen to brush his teeth I saw two brand new bottom 2 year molars that had cut through and to that we said AHHHH, the initial assumption was right. So given that, I will give anyone reading this about 2 guesses as to how we slept this week. Ha!
What's the baby doing?
-The baby is 15.25 inches or the size of a butternut squash and weighs about 2.5 pounds
-The baby is beginning a major growth spurt that will continue over the next 3 months (NO KIDDING)
-Movements may become less pronounced as the space in your stomach gets smaller (again, DUH)
-Muscles and lungs are continuing to mature and your bay's head is growing bigger to make room for the developing brain (great, as long as the head is not HUGE as it has to come OUT of me...note: Owen has a HUGE HEAD so I might be doomed here. Also see: why I don't run long distances anymore unless I am in very close vicinity for bathrooms).
-The baby is sucking all the calcium from you as the bones are continuing to harden.
What we are doing to prepare for the baby?
I actually have news to report here! We did a lot this weekend around the house as it was our first weekend really at home in quite a while. Justin was able to make good progress on some outstanding house projects, which to me are definitely a way to prep for the baby as once baby is here I just do not think these will be touched. So, that was a definite win! I also dug through all of Owen's old clothes and realized several things: 1) Owen was SO incredibly teeny when he was born. I actually don't remember him being that small. I saw several outfits where I was like, "I LOVED this one" and then thought "How in the HELL did he fit in that?!" But, he most definitely did, it's just unfathomable to me that he was every that small. 2) The next baby is also going to be that small. I feel like I keep thinking in my head that just another Owen is going to pop out and I'm going to have two 2 year olds running around (crazy, I know). I can't quite wrap my head around the fact of having a newborn around quite yet. Which leads to 3) I realized, quite frankly, holy #!*@ we are having a baby. Like a real live one. This sounds so ridiculous but it was like the moment of truth where everything clicked and I was like OK, we are doing this. It's really happening. And also: OH MY GOD please help me. Little bit of a moment of panic.
But all of that did lead to me completely going in to freak out mode and cleaning out closets like a mad woman- purging, washing and hanging newborn clothes, cleaning, etc. It was awesome. It was also following the workout above which is why the next day meant I could have just laid on the couch all day, not moved a muscle and I would have been very happy about it (which, if you know me, is not something I would ever usually say...laying around drives me batty!)
Oh, we also took Owen's two year pictures/maternity pictures. Click here for our photographer's blog post in case you missed my post with the link (love them all!):
Random thoughts on pregnancy (pregnancy brain?)
As a result of the above moment where I realized that indeed a baby is going to pop out of my hoo hoo (hopefully), I then started to get completely freaked out about labor. It's so funny that this is what is scaring me now and I attribute a lot of this to the pregnancy hormones and a little bit to the unease of the unknown. Either way, I got completely freaked by it. I think I was very lucky in Owen's birth and after it I said that I would give birth a million times over because it was such an incredible experience (if of course it meant not having a million kids or pregnancies). I think that is what is making me so nervous this time though. The "what if" this one isn't so smooth. Or "what if" something goes wrong. Or even the other side "what if it comes too fast" and I'm the person giving birth in a car or something. Second labors are notoriously known to be faster and more intense, which could be good or bad I guess. Needless to say, I'm a little scared about it. I know at the end of the day, it will all work out but I think I need to spend the next 9-10 weeks really coming to grips with "whatever happens, happens."
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