How far along? 30 weeks! Out of the double digits and into the home stretch! Holy sh*t….
Baby’s size: According to TheBump.com, I now have a baby the length of a cucumber in my belly (15.2 to 16.7 inches long), who weighs about 2.5 to 3.8 pounds. I would love to know his exact weight right now – of course I feel like he’s on the higher end, but let’s be real: that could just be all the butter croissants I’ve been consuming rather than the baby.
Total weight gain: Sneaky midwives switched their scale!!! When I went in last Tuesday for my check-up I was, according to this new scale, down two pounds! Which is honestly, completely impossible. Not even a chance that could have happened. This baby has gone through a growth spurt, and so have I. There’s no WAY I lost weight!! So what did I do?? I shlepped to my parent’s place, where I have also been weighing myself on their scale, to set the record straight.
According to theirs, I have officially gained 21.5 pounds, up 2.5 in 2 weeks. SEE!? I knew it.
FUN FACT: Bee also had a weigh-in at her doctor on Tuesday, and she is also up 2.5 pounds since her last appointment.
Three months ago.
Maternity clothes? Yes, yesyesyesyes. Although! Amongst the flurry of nesting activity that’s been happening over here I did unearth one of my favourite, old t-shirts, which isn’t maternity and magically fits!! That made my day, especially since only moments before I discovered I could no longer squeeze my largest pair of maternity jeans over my butt.
Best moment this week: Well I’d have to say the best moment over the last two weeks was finding out that I do NOT have gestational diabetes. I of course celebrated with a donut.
Another great moment – and it may sound strange to classify it as a great one – was Bee getting her first real knee-scrape and, subsequently, her very first Bandaid. There are two reasons I will remember that evening fondly. The first being that she is now, in my mind, officially a rough-and-tumble little kid. A kid who runs her ass off, free as a bird, who’ll fall down and scrape herself up and probably cry and come running back. But who will also soon learn to pick herself back up, and just keep on running. That’s what my husband and I kept saying to her after she fell, that “everyone falls! Then everyone gets up and keeps going!” She really liked hearing that, that she was in the company of everyone else in the whole wide world, and she proceeded to name off everyone she knows, stating that hey, they fall too, “Daddy falls, too! Mommy falls, too! Grannie falls, too? Okay! Uncle Jay falls, too! YAY!”
The second reason this memory is such a lovely one for me, is because I got to see my husband tend to Bee’s wound… like a DAD. You know what I mean?? Like, in the most caring, tender, yet matter-of-fact way. He didn’t coddle her, but he was sensitive to the fact that it was sore. And he walked her through the steps of cleaning it off, putting on the “Poly” (Polysporin), followed by the Bandaid. He even put one on himself and told her that every time he had to change hers, he’d change his as well, so she could see how brave you can be, even when you’re hurting!
There’s nothing better than those moments: seeing your partner be a really amazing parent. SWOON.
Miss Anything? If you’ve been following along you’ll know what I miss more than anything.
(if you’re just checking in, I’ll give you a hint: it’s BOOZE.)
Movement: YES. I don’t know if this will change over the next 10 weeks – my midwife told me, and from what I remember with Bee, since he’s getting bigger and has less room to bounce around, the feeling of the movement will start to change. Like, what was kicks and punches before will soon be rolling and elbows and knees protruding… weird, “ALIEN”-esque type stuff!
Food cravings: Just all of it, please. All of the food. In the WORLD. Once again, I am FAMISHED. All the time!! My sushi cravings are back, as well as for burgers, bagels, ice cream, noodles, my beloved Vegemite – anything in a huge, greasy portion that is probably bad for me, I’ll take TWO of, thankyouverymuch!
What’s different though, is that I’m also starting to crave veggies!! For the first time in the entire pregnancy, I can stomach the thought of broccoli. And cauliflower, which was actually the hardest thing for me to even think about eating! Maybe it’s because of all the gorgeous produce that’s in season now: crunchy green beans, fresh, sweet English peas, corn is starting to come in as well as delicious, juicy cherry tomatoes (not exactly a vegetable I know, but incredibly palatable again). Of course the fruit is turning my head, too. Bee and I go through at least four punnets of fresh, Ontario strawberries a week! Plus we’ll have raspberries and blueberries, watermelon and apples and mango. I found some luscious kiwis the other day which were gone five minutes after getting them home.
Maybe I’ll make up for not eating “the healthiest” through this pregnancy by maintaining this fresh food consumption over the next two months…
Anything making you queasy or sick: Nope. Well, that new show The Strain had a gross scene that made me leave the room. Does that count?
Symptoms: Yew, boy. Okay, I’m just going to list them, point form styles:
- Swollen feet – my fabulous Coach shoes are starting to feel tight. *SOB*
- Lower back pain – mostly shooting down either side of my upper hip down through my butt. It stops me in my tracks at random times: when I’m walking; sleeping; breathing; living.
- What I like to call “swamp mouth” – I have no idea what causes this, but – and I’m sorry, this is really gross – I can never seem to get my mouth feeling clean! No matter how often I brush my teeth or gargle with Listerine, it tastes like rotting food is wafting off my tongue. In fact, mouth wash just seems to make it worse! I’ve tried lemon water, salt water, hot water, cold water. I’ve tried eating “crisp, fresh” foods like cold cucumber, grapes and watermelon… but NOTHING WORKS!! If anyone knows what I’m talking about, and how on earth I can get a little relief from it, I’d LOVE to know!!
- The Witching Hour – not that I’m sleeping well to begin with, but without fail I will practically bolt upright at 3am and not be able to get back to sleep for at least an hour. It’s actually one of my more productive times in the day: I catch up on emails, check Instagram, read the news… it’s not as bad as it sounds, really.
- Restless Leg Syndrome – you know, that feeling of bugs crawling around just under the surface of your skin, contained to my lower legs just below the knee. This usually starts right after I put Bee to bed, when I’m wanting to finally put my feet up and relax. There are two things that relieve this horrible feeling: 1) marching on the spot for as long as I can before the Braxton Hicks take me down, and 2) blasting cold – and I’m talking ice cold water over my legs, until they are numb and I can barely walk. After that, I’m good to hit the sack… and roll around not being able to get comfortable until 3am comes and I just get up anyway.
Belly Button in or out?
Looking forward to: Having the baby! Not just because I’m totally OVER being pregnant (oh man, sorry, but I totally am), but because lately I’ve been seeing glimmers of “Big Sister Bee” in everything she does – it’s almost like her mothering instincts are kicking in too. She’s been much more cuddly with her toys, tucking them into bed and singing the lullabies I sing to her every night. Hearing her warble Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in her little voice to her bug-bowling pins, lined up under a tea towel, is enough to bring a tear to my eye. Knowing that she’s going to love her little brother, even if it takes a while for her to adjust (which we’re prepared for), makes me excited to get this show on the road!
Are you pregnant? I’d love to know how it’s going with you!