This is going to be a post of randoms, because I can’t conjure up anything to make a cohesive post. ADD, party of one.
- My pelvis is going to break in two. This just started being yet another awesome 3rd Trimester feeling on Monday. I can only assume it’s because I chose to take the train for the first time in a few weeks, and since it was 5 o’clock, no one felt the need to get off their lazy ass and offer an 8 months pregnant lady their seat. I then thought it’d be a good idea to stand in the kitchen and make chicken cacciatore. Then my pelvis split in half. And has been ever since. (Not familiar with the pain? You know the horrid pain of a groin pull? It’s that. But ALL THE TIME. Awesome, right?)
- I got my first prenatal massage over the weekend. It was HEAVENLY. It also went by too quickly. They have this pregnancy pillow that allows the belleh to be cushioned and supported while I get to LAY ON MY STOMACH. It was the best feeling ever. Like, almost enough where I want to go out and buy my own…even if I only use it for 4 more weeks because the sensation of not having any weight on my back was EPIC.
- The hubs is still on the mend. We spent a good portion of the pre-daylight hours in the ER on Saturday morning since his kidney doc – let’s refer to him as Dr. Douchebag – refused to give him enough paid meds to last the weekend. I have never seen my husband in that amount of pain EVER…and I hope to never see it again. But, the docs and nurses at the hospital (the one I’ll be delivering at) were the bees knees and did everything they could to make him free of pain and determine why he was in so much pain. They’d accomplished in a little over 5 hours more than Dr. Douchebag had done in a week. Anyway – the hubs is slowly getting better and his spirits are better too, which is most important! And HAPPY BIRTHDAY, my dear!
- The cat has found his way into the crib. This is something I’m not pleased with, but mostly need to blame myself for. My crowning achievement of assembling the IKEA shelves for the baby’s room has resulted in our jerky cat Boo-boo now having a launching pad into the crib…where before he couldn’t haul his fat ass over the railing. So, I must move the shelves away from the crib, which makes me sad because I LIKE where they are now and don’t WANNA put them on the other wall. I’m considering buying balloons and attempting the “balloon + cat claws = scurred cat” trick to see if that helps.
So that’s your midweek update. Enjoy.
How far along? 34 weeks.
Total weight gain/loss: About +27 lbs. (I was off last week – finally asked a nurse at the clinic and OFFICIALLY I’m up 27 lbs.)
Maternity clothes? Yes. And this morning, when it was 42 degrees, I dealt with wearing a thin cardigan and a scarf.
Stretch marks? I don’t want to talk about it.
Sleep: The past week has been a nightmare with the hubs kidney ailment, but it’s getting better again. Although I was up 3 times to pee.
Best moment this week: Getting the blinds up in the nursery and finally assembling the shelves I bought at IKEA.
Movement: Lots of squirms and rolls.
Food cravings: This week I would REALLY love a sausage biscuit from McDonalds. It’s got something like 65% of your daily total of saturated fat in it though. My gallbladder says NO.
Gender: Who knows. I’m still more interested in seeing what this kid looks like!
Labor Signs: Not really anything new.
Belly Button in or out? Starting to somehow get a little bit of an outtie.
What I miss: Not feeling like my pelvis is going to rip apart when I sit or walk.
What I am looking forward to: Still looking forward to the hubs feeling 100% better. He’s getting there. Slowly.
Weekly Wisdom: This morning I officially declared in my head that I missed the second trimester. SAVOR IT. LOVE IT.
Milestones: Apparently this kid weighs 5 lbs now. Maybe that’s why my crotch is going to break wide open any minute now?
Comment from extremely nice coworker that I see every day who probably didn’t understand how it came across to an overly hormonal pregnant lady:
Hey! You’re finally starting to look pregnant, huh?
Uh…yeah. Actually, as far as I’m concerned, I’ve been looking pregnant for a long time. Maybe even a couple months. So…what happened yesterday or last week that suddenly I “look pregnant?”
Maybe it’s because this child insists upon head-butting my cervix today and is causing me to walk funny? Maybe because I’m wearing a white shirt today and thus look like the side of a building? I guess I’ll never know. But…thanks for noticing that I finally look pregnant. In a month when I’m forced to shuffle at 1 mph to the bathroom every 20 minutes, I wonder what it is I’ll look like then.
There’s a couple badges on the right that I would just be tickled pink if you’d click. In fact, just to make things easier – I’ll add them to this post.
This is just a listing of a bunch of baby blogs – but the more clicks from my site…the higher rating I get! It’s that simple. Plus, a few of my bloggy friends are listed here as well and you should probably check out their sites too.
I don’t stand a chance in hell of winning this one since Blair has the majority of the Bump brainwashed, but I wouldn’t mind trying. (Nothin but love, Ms Blair.) This one requires you to have a login to the Bump.
And finally, with the worst graphic on the planet – it’s your chance to place a bet as to the specifics of the Ninja’s arrival – gender, weight, birthday – the works. Give it a shot! In fact, I’ll have a little prize at the end for who is the closest. Place your bets!
Aside from being a vote whore, I’ve been tending to the hubs all day (he’s been dealing with kidney stones and the associated pain), which I think I’ve been doing an okay job at…aside from when I thought I was going to have to knock him out because he was in so much pain. He doesn’t deal with pain very well. (You know I love you dear.) I’ll show him when I’m a model patient when pushing a human being out my vadge in a few weeks. (Did you hear the sarcasm there? I’m pretty sure I’m going to make his tolerance today look like a million bucks.)
Tomorrow I have yet another internal check, and birthing class number four. Thursday night I will have the house to myself for the first time in a while, and I plan on watching The Office and maybe a few of my Sex & The City DVDs, coupled with a glass of fake Chardonnay. A throwback to my days of yore. And Saturday, I scheduled an hour massage. I cannot effing WAIT.
How far along? 33 weeks.
Total weight gain/loss: About +30 lbs. Some of it is in my face, for sure.
Maternity clothes? Indeedy. Please welcome the new member of the family – maternity leggings, on the left. Also the second round of new bra buying as well.
Stretch marks? Stomach still stretchie free – thighs are now considered a lost cause. I’ll never wear short shorts again.
Sleep: I’ve had a couple of better nights under my belt.
Best moment this week: Getting through another week with no progress!
Movement: A couple rib kicks, for once. And more cervix headbutting.
Food cravings: Still sweets. And I would REALLY love a hamburger from McDonalds.
Gender: *sigh* Now I don’t know anymore. Maybe I’m just wishing girl?
Labor Signs: The rest is helping the fake labor pains I’ve been having.
Belly Button in or out? Who cares – it’s GROSS.
What I miss: Sushi and white wine. Together.
What I am looking forward to: The hubs feeling better. It’s hard having two of us being uncomfortable!
Weekly Wisdom: None. Pregnancy causes snoring. And it SUCKS.
Milestones: Halfway done with birthing classes. Eeep!