This trimester stuff is confusing. At 24 weeks I was pretty sure I was in the last trimester of my pregnancy. I mean 6 out of 9 months is 2/3 right? Wrong. What I neglected to recall was that pregnancy is TEN months! And counting backwards from a whopping 40 weeks, we’ve only just begun that 90 day countdown.
So here we are. We’ve arrived gracefully (for the most part!) and healthily into our final stage of my first pregnancy. I can hardly believe it.
I hesitate to make any over-arching statements around my pregnancy at this stage lest I jinx myself, but at the same time if things go downhill from here I’d like the following thoughts on the record.
My pregnancy has been wonderful. These past 7 months, whether I knew it at the time or not have been some of the most insightful, exciting, and introspective of my life. Nothing, nothing compares to the warm feeling of knowing there is a life inside you. On top of that warmth is knowing that this life was created by you along with the love-of-your-life. And that special-miracle person you made will be yours forever— or at least until they move away and marry… and go through the “life” process on their own, the cycle of life continuing… but again, all thanks to you.
Sure, there is sacrifice involved. I hate to use the phrase “giving up your body” but sometimes I do feel that way. My body is not in my control to the extent that I prefer and that has been the most challenging part of this journey so far, as chronicled many times in the previous 92 blog posts. But I am comforted in knowing that I’m still okay… that I can allow myself to “let go” of that control and be just fine, perfectly healthy and happy and loved. My body is a baby-making machine— and so long as I am able to return to a somewhat recognizable shape within the next year, I’d be happy to sacrifice my mid-section to house a few more tiny people in the future.
Alright. Onto the nitty-gritty.
Is 2.5 lbs this week and around 18 inches long. His lungs are developed such that he could likely breathe on his own if he were born today. He can suck on his toes, and boy can I feel him! None of my prenatal apps include this tidbit, but I am fairly certain MM can also scale Mount Everest at this stage. Often, I awake in the middle of the night with what feels like a rodent climbing the insides of my uterus: click click click click… all the way across my abdomen. Serious creepy, yet oddly comforting too.
This week I played the part of student moreso than office worker, sitting in management training for long hours, sandwiched in between even more tedious commutes. Come Friday morning, I couldn’t fathom sitting down. My tailbone ached, my bladder ached, my eyeballs hurt. My eyesight is legitimately worse than usual these days, I’m not making this up! But worst of all, my attention span has regressed to that of an 8 year old. Call it baby-brain or whatever, but dear mother of god, there is no way I can pay attention to anything for more than 10 minutes at a time. And often times, MM is just moving that frequently which is very distracting. I can see my belly rolling in my peripheral vision and wonder if anyone else is noticing too.
Gosh, I’ve been eating like shit this week and there are no baby-cravings to blame it on. Just standard, busy working American life. I haven’t had time to grocery shop for “real food” this week and we’ve been eating whatever is convenient— take-out or frozen things for dinner. And not being at my usual office (due to training) has hampered my standard green-lunches. One of my favorite healthy-eating mantras is eat for how you want to feel. And boy do I feel shitty right now. Bloated, fluffy, lethargic… a mirror into last week’s menu.
On a more positive note, I’ve worked out 5 days this week which is good. I’ve finally found some excellent work-out routines on YouTube that don’t make me feel like a senior citizen doing calisthenics. My work-outs happen whenever I can fit them in: before or after work, or mid-day if I’m at home. As long as I break a sweat, I’m happy. I alternate between a 20 minute cardio routine, and some 10 minute strength training videos. I am actually feeling quite strong these days. Just a shame I can’t “see” it!
Still no major swelling. My wedding ring is still on and slides off easily unless I’m in the heat. My ankles remain intact which I remind people to look at constantly (I know, I’m a moose. But would you look at these skinny ankles?!) No stretch marks on my belly, and still the faintest linea nigra on my lower belly. Sometimes I can’t tell if its an indent from the seam of my pants or what, but pretty sure its linea nigra.
I think my “Baby Gear” post the other day was pretty thorough! But one more thing arrived! This really adorable giraffe decal.
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Best Moment This Week
Getting ready in my own bedroom. During my pregnant fury, I completely migrated my bedroom-closet out of the nursery and into my own shared bedroom. It meant giving up a lot of stuff, and packing away almost all of my normal clothes and shoes but it felt so good to get dressed and do my make-up in the same room my husband was drinking coffee in. Who knew I’d been missing out on quality time in the morning with him??
Looking Forward To
My friends’ baby shower tomorrow! I have a good friend who is 3 weeks further along into her pregnancy than I am (also with her first!) and tomorrow is her shower. It’s been so wonderful having someone to compare notes with, and how is just slightly ahead of me at every stage to see what I have to look forward to (or not!). She and her husband have opted to keep their baby’s gender a surprise, which if you recall I’m totally into so it’s also neat to sort of experience what that’s like, second hand through her.
Also, today is my “little” brother’s birthday and we’re celebrating by going to a baseball game— but shh don’t tell him. It’s a surprise ;)
I am realizing more and more each day how grateful I am to have a brother. More specifically, to have grown up with a brother so close in age. It’s because of him, and what an awesome little guy he was was to grow up with that I am SO EXCITED and feel prepared to raise a boy of my own. He has always been so full of life and adventure, so curious about the world, and gosh darn it, such a mamas-boy! that I can easily picture loving life with a little man around to dote upon.
Wish me well into my third and final trimester! And pray for my placenta, which serious has some moving to do these next few weeks. Thanks!