Unacceptable, I know.
It has been forever and a day since I’ve blogged, which is something I am in the process of correcting.
Today is just a little note saying “hi! Don’t forget about me!” And to update you briefly on a few things, bullet-point styles:
– I’m sitting (uncomfortably) at 38 weeks + 2 days pregnant. Which, if you remember from my 34-week pregnancy update, is just outside the cusp of when my midwife predicted I’d go into labour. Sooooo…. any minute now?? Hello? Bueller??
– The IKEA dresser is done! HUZZAH! It still smells like an IKEA dresser – which is to say, not great – so I have to find a way to make the drawers baby-clothes friendly before I load them up. Any tips??
– Bee is doing so great. She’s growing smarter by the second, and just the other day crawled onto my lap, lifted my shirt and screamed at my belly, “BABY! COME OUT NOW!” I wonder where she got that from… heh…
– We’re getting a new car! Upgrading our Forester to a new model that is super safe and will make me much more comfortable in when driving around 2 small children, especially with a potentially crazy winter looming….
– During this writers block funk, I have actually done a bit of writing! PercyVites, a super fun website that allows you and your child to create 3D video greetings, recently asked me to contribute a piece to their blog, PercyViews! My first time contributing to another site!! I had to do it! And of course I had to think of something that was relevant to my life at the moment, so I wrote a short bit on preparing your toddler for the new baby! Here’s the link, I’d love to hear your thoughts on it 🙂
– In not so exciting news now: we had a bit of a scare. Again. At my 37-week positioning ultrasound last Friday, to make sure that Pelé is head down – the tech picked up that my amniotic fluid levels were on the very low side of normal. Still within the normal range, but just kinda super low. UGH. Since then I have had two other scans, the first measured the levels the same as the previous one. Which, my midwife said, would mean if it dropped any lower, would mean I would have to be induced. Totally not on my birth plan. But thankfully, yesterday’s showed that the levels had gone up! I have no clue why or how that happened, but it means no induction! Well, for now. I go back next week for a follow-up ultrasound to make sure they haven’t dropped again…. but I’m really hoping I have this kid on my own before then.
– I’ve decided to put #ASKAMAMA Monday on a bit of a hiatus as we prepare for this baby to arrive. I LOVE doing them – it’s so much fun getting to know different Mamas and seeing what kind of questions come in for them to tackle – and having a soft deadline for myself has been really great for my spirits. Being a SAHM has been something I’ve struggled with a bit, so pushing myself to get the videos out every Monday has made me feel really good. Even though, yes, I know I still owe you all the last from Kat Armstrong! And I am slowly working on it! Unfortunately this writing funk has spilled over into an editing funk, but I’m working on it! I really am!!
So, yep. That’s about it for now! I’m starting to feel the tingles back in my fingers, and will be back on this bandwagon for reals, real soon.
And in the meantime, here’s a super cute picture of Bee givin’ the bump some love for you all to enjoy.
How far along? 34 Weeks. But since my midwife is “convinced” I will have the baby between 37-38 weeks, I feel much farther along than that.
Seriously. She actually told me that she’s sure Pelé will come within the next 3-4 weeks. Which… I mean… okay. But, really?
And since I’m doing this post late, that actually means 2.5-3.5 weeks. Yes, it’s only a couple of days difference. But when it comes to having another baby, those days mean everything!
Holy sh*t, sh*t’s getting real….
Baby’s size: BIG. Well, probably only big in comparison to Bee at this stage.
He’s definitely starting to run out of room in there – the baby that was once Pelé, the great, lithe Brazilian football player, jumping and bouncing and kicking away in my belly, is now a big, fat, lazy kid, slowly rolling around, all elbows and knees and feet up in my ribs….
According to Babycenter.com, he’s around the size of a cantaloupe and weighing in at close to 5 pounds.
Some nights though, when I’m having trouble falling asleep because gravity is pulling my belly in unholy directions, he feels a LOT bigger than 5 pounds.
Total weight gain: At my last midwife weigh-in, according to their ever-changing scale situation, I have gained 26 pounds. 2 pounds more than with Bee, and counting.
NOTE: Since I am posting this a few days late after a wedding and a weekend away indulging in breakfast buffets and gourmet food, I can say with all surety that I have gained more than that.
Maternity clothes? A little ditty about a rare case of maternity clothes being “optional”:
My hair stylist is an adorable, first-pregnant woman, currently 37+ weeks along, who never ever bought maternity clothes. Not one thing. I saw her last week and she was wearing a crop top.
A CROP TOP.
That somehow managed to cover most of her cute, perfectly round belly, and not look weird or forced or ridiculous.
As for me? Still, yes. Of course. Is there any need to answer this question anymore? It’s not like I’m suddenly going to stop wearing maternity clothes this far in the game, right? Unless I finally reach the end of my rope and once and for all decide to, “f*ck clothes. F*ck pants. F*ck anything touching my skin ever again!” Which, honestly, sometimes, I feel like it’s getting close to that.
But, in the case of my hair stylist, I guess it is possible. That there is a magical tribe of pregnant women out there who don’t need to wear maternity clothes. Who can tweak regular fashion to accommodate their growing frame and get away with it throughout the entire 9+ months…
Best moment this week: I’m writing this a couple of days late because we were out of town for a wedding – Hubs’ best friend got married in beautiful Caledon, and acted as their officiant. There was an unseasonable chill in the air, but the wind only brought out the incredible movement of the bride’s stunning dress, and it meant that everyone had to enjoy just one or two drinks more to stay warm.
My parents came along to look after Bee while we attended the ceremony, which my in-laws also were invited to. So Bee had both sets of grandparents to entertain her at the SAME TIME. For the first time since… well, since before she has memory! She was spoiled with love, allowing Hubs and I some brief time to ourselves. It was glorious, and even the cooler than normal weather couldn’t bring us down.
ALSO. Baby clothes! Okay, so I wouldn’t say that this was a “best moment”, but starting to finally wash and organize all of the stuff we have for Pelé is calming this nagging nesting urge a bit. I’m starting to feel like we’re actually getting somewhere in preparing for his impending arrival!
As I type this, Hubs is in the basement unloading the hundreds of planks and knobs and screws and Allan keys from the IKEA box, sorting it all out so we can tackle it together once Bee is up from her nap. We’ll see how much help she and I are in the cramped quarters of the basement, but I’d like to still give it a go, since it was my project to begin with!!
Anyway. Baby clothes! If you watch my vlog you’ll see that the most recent purchase, a set of TEENY TINY OHMYGODTHEYARESOTEENYTINY baby socks completely threw me off-guard when I first saw them. Really, truly. Holding them in my hands, I thought, “no. NO. There’s no WAY they’re this small when they come out.”
It’s amazing how you forget these things, the incredible teeeeeeeniness of a newborn. How teeny their wee little feet are. Their hands, their ears….
The saleswoman assured me that yes, they will definitely fit him (they stretch, so…). Even though it’s just so hard to believe…. I’ll keep you posted on that.
Miss Anything? If you’ve been following along you’ll know that I’m a big fan of wine and beer, and that I say with each and every update that I miss it like crazy. This is all still very true, especially after being at an amazing wedding where the booze was flowing like… booze at a wedding.
So I don’t need to go into that again, since I’m worried that you’re all going to start thinking I’m more excited to get my hands on a glass of champagne than the actual baby I’m about to have.
Seriously though. Booze aside. As I come to the end of my rapidly fraying pregnancy rope, here is a bulleted list of the many other things I am missing:
- Being able to walk up a flight of stairs without feeling like an asthmatic, water-logged hippo.
- Rounding a corner/approaching a counter without caution.
- Drinking that fourth cup of coffee in the morning, just because.
- Bending over.
- Going to the bathroom only when I really have to.
- SLEEPING THROUGH THE NIGHT.
- Actually wanting to wear skinny jeans, or any pants in general.
- Not having to worry about whether or not my belly will hang out from under a shirt.
- Running and jumping and playing with Bee, with all the energy in the world. Picking her up and throwing her around. Having her sit on my lap while I read her stories. Snuggling with her as close and as tight as possible. Lying on my husband while we watch TV after she goes to bed. Keeping up with him and his tallness at a regular pace on those rare evenings when we can pick her up from school together.
- Just… feeling like myself. I can’t wait to feel like myself again.
Movement: Actually, this week, he’s slowed down quite a bit. I guess it’s because things are getting pretty tight in there, but also, a baby’s movement slows as they approach their due date. So maybe the end really is near!
Food cravings: Still carbs and sweets, but I’m not too fussy. I’ve been eating a lot of salty food, too. My palate is open-minded as I approach the end!
Anything making you queasy or sick: The only time I’m not interested in food is in the evening – I could eat four breakfasts and pound a couple of burgers at lunch every day, but once 4pm-ish come around I just stop being hungry.
This is becoming a problem because it also means come dinner-prep time, the last thing I want to do is cook. So lately it’s been a lot of half-assed dinners and takeout, which honestly I’m not too happy about. I’m just hoping the desire to batch cook kicks in soon so I can at least stock up on stuff to freeze before Pelé arrives!
Symptoms: All the same glorious things as 32 weeks, plus one more surprise!
- Swollen feet
- Lower back pain
- Swamp mouth
- Insomnia (formerly The Witching Hour)
- Restless Leg Syndrome
- NEW THIS WEEK: SKIN TAGS (down boys). I had a couple with Bee and thought I’d managed to avoid getting them this time around. Sadly, not the case. I noticed one last week and cried for ten minutes. They’re super gross and super random and I have no idea why they happen during pregnancy but they DO so please don’t approach me as though I’m a leper because as quickly as they appear, they disappear almost as soon as you have the baby.
Belly Button in or out?
Looking forward to: So many women are telling me these days to “enjoy these last few weeks! Soak it all in, the majesty of being pregnant, having the belly, feeling the baby move around…..”
Blah, blah, blah.
Guys. Seriously? Aside from being able to do all the things on the Things That I Miss list again, and obviously finally having Pelé in my arms, the one thing I am looking forward to MORE THAN ANYTHING is:
NOT BEING PREGNANT ANYMORE.
There. I said it. Am I a horrible excuse for a woman for feeling this way? I don’t think so.
But tell me, if you’re pregnant, are you going to miss it when it’s all over? I’d love to take a poll on this.
Or, if you have been pregnant, do you wish you could feel all that “majesty” all over again?
Let me know!
How far along? 32 weeks! 8 weeks to go… unless he decides to come early like his sister did.
It’s weird though, with Bee I just knew in my bones that she was going to come early – I prepared for it and made sure everything was in order a few weeks leading up to my due date. Sure enough, she arrived 8 days early.
This time? I have no feeling. I have no clue when this guy is planning on showing up! Which… worries me a little – it makes me think he’s going to be late. Which means that means he’s going to continue to grow inside of me. Get even BIGGER.
Oh, man. Early – but not too early – labour thoughts everyone, please.
Baby’s size: According to BabyCenter.com, this growth spurt that happening is only going to continue:
“By now, your baby weighs 3 3/4 pounds (about the size of a large jicama [what the deuce is a jicama?]) and is about 16.7 inches long, taking up a lot of space in your uterus. You’re gaining about a pound a week and roughly half of that goes right to your baby. In fact, she’ll gain a third to half of her birth weight during the next 7 weeks.”
Total weight gain: I have officially surpassed the total weight I gained throughout my entire pregnancy with Bee. I have gained 24.5 pounds and, if BabyCenter is to be trusted, will gain approximately another 8 before Pelé arrives.
MAN, I plan on making those a fun 8 pounds.
Maternity clothes? Yes. The most worn items have switched from leggings to skirts & dresses, since they’re much roomier and mumu-esque. The one problem with those however, is the “thigh rub” situation. Meaning, my thighs rub together when I wear them. (down, boys). Which, as all you who have this issue know, isn’t that comfortable. BUT, I’d rather have chafed inner thighs than battle with PANTS, thankyouverymuch.
Best moment this week: There have been so many moments, really. I know I spend a lot of time complaining about how uncomfortable I am and how I’m ready to have the baby… but at the same time, Hubs and I have been soaking up as much Bee time as we possibly can, and it has been brilliant.
Every day she’s changing and growing and learning and making us laugh. She is turning into one of the funniest kids I’ve ever known. She even has a joke! Her very first joke!!
Q: How does Thomas the Tank Engine sneeze?
A: aaaaaAAAAH, CHOO-CHOO!
Sigh. This kid, I tell ya. Every night, we marvel at how lucky we are, that she is our daughter. That we get to keep her. And hang out with her and be with her and watch her develop….
I don’t want to sound like one of those parents who blab on about how “perfect” their child is… but, yeah. She’s pretty perfect. In our eyes, anyway 🙂
Miss Anything? I will quote my answer from last week:
“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. As I say in the vlog, I sometimes feel like no other baby in the history of the world has moved around as much as – or more than – this one. It’s constant. It’s anytime I do anything. The only things that seem to chill him out are when I’m on a walk, or rolling around on the exercise ball. But when I want to sit on the couch and relax? Or try to meditate? Or try to sleep (aka flip-flopping around in bed, uncomfortable and trying desperately to ignore my restless legs)? He’s bodgering around like some sort of small animal burrowing a tunnel system inside of me.
Does anyone else have a baby that just LOVES to move??? I’d love to know what you do to quiet the wee beast within! Any tips would be appreciated!
Food cravings: Carbs. And sushi. And the usual “everything that’s bad for me”. Sigh. I just don’t know where my willpower is this pregnancy! I honestly have no shame when it comes to what I put in my body. I’m reeeeally hoping these cravings settle once the baby is born – or at least that I’ll be too busy to notice them!
Anything making you queasy or sick: Randomly, shrimp. I went for sushi the other day and seeing the floppy, flabby, sad looking ebi on my plate made my stomach turn a few times. Yick.
Symptoms: Point form seemed to work last time, so let’s do that again:
- Swollen feet – still swollen, but not yet visually. They just feel oh, so bloated, especially at the end of the day.
- Lower back pain – I’ve been taking it super easy the last couple of weeks, which sadly means I’ve been picking up Bee less and less. That’s the hardest part about having back pain: missing out on the occasional snuggle. *SOB*
- Swamp mouth – I’ve heard from a few other mamas that they too are dealing with swampy mouth! This makes me feel better, that I’m not the only one! I still have no idea what to do about it, I’ve been drinking lots of lemon water which seems to help a teeny bit. Other than that though, I’m just staying a few feet away from everyone I talk to. For their own good (DOWN, boys).
- Insomnia (formerly The Witching Hour) – It’s the cruelest symptom of all, because it’s the thing that us pregnant women need the most: SLEEP. But they’re all witching hours now, elusive and evading me night, after night. All through the night. I’m awake from the moment my head first hits the pillow to when I eventually pass out in a pool of frustrated tears around 3am. My poor husband. This is a common thing though, so say the many, many other pregnant women I’ve spoken to over the last few weeks.
And my sister, who is also very pregnant, described the typical third trimester night the best: when I asked her what she does to help herself sleep, she said, “What do I do? Well, I toss and I turn and I cry. I try propping myself up with pillows. I reverse the pillows, I reverse sides, I cry some more… and eventually after two hours I fall asleep. And then I wake up again. And I do it all over again.”
- Restless Leg Syndrome – itchy, buggy legs, slowly burning from a small flame just beneath the surface of the skin. AAACK!!
- NEW THIS WEEK: Heartburn: Something that I managed to avoid all together with Bee, but is just starting to rear it’s ugly head. I’ve never been one to suffer from heartburn, so this is a whole new experience for me! I’m not even sure what brings it on, that’s how unfamiliar I am with it! That’ll be my task for the week, to find out what I can do about it. And of course, any advice from other mamas would be wonderful!
Belly Button in or out?
Looking forward to: We’re headed north for the long weekend again! Trying to get as much time in with my in-laws before the baby comes, since we most likely now won’t see them until Christmas. When we’ll have two kids. In the car. Probably screaming. The whole 5 hour drive, which will more likely be a 7-8 hour drive depending on the weather that time of year and how often we have to stop for diaper changes/feeding/toddler tantrums/crying in truck stop washrooms….
Oh! And I found my maternity bathing suit! Huzzah!! I’m just days away from floating blissfully in the pool, feeling as weightless as a feather! Now I just have to remember to pack it….
Are you pregnant? I’d love to know how it’s going with you!
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!
June 18, 2014
Can I just start off by saying, completely off topic, that earlier today I was digging through my closet, searching for a roomy, one-piece maternity swimsuit I thought I had and instead came across some of my old teeny, tiny frilly bras that I wore a million lifetimes ago…
… and it made me crumple into a heap and cry.
I posted in my 24 Week update that Pelé is lying transverse. Well, according to no science whatsoever and only how I feel at this exact moment – like I have a baby growing sideways inside of me pushing my ribs even further out, which I didn’t think was humanly possible at this point considering how far they’ve already stretched – he is still lying transverse.
My next midwife appointment is in a couple of weeks so I’ll find out then if I’m right (I am. I just totally know I am.).
As evidence that I have done my research and am taking measures of my own to gently turn him in the the head-down position, I made the above little ditty which not only shows me doing the Forward-Leaning Inversion, but also showcases my extreme Cirque du Soleil-esgue balancing abilities.
PLEASE, please, PLEEEEEASE, do not attempt this move if you have, or suspect you might have any underlying medical conditions or issues. As a pregnant woman, you should ALWAYS consult with your doctor or midwife before undertaking any new, weird activities, even something as mundane-looking as this.
I’ve come across a few mom/pregnancy blogs lately that answer the below questions week-to-week instead of writing long, sometimes rambling posts on how they’re feeling. Since I made the above video for your enjoyment (entertainment?) I thought I’d try it out this time. Let’s see how it goes!
How far along? 26 weeks.
Baby’s size: Pelé is now the size of a head of lettuce, between 1.5-2.5 lbs. Yep, I’m definitely feeling that.
Total weight gain: Ehrm, I really don’t know. If I had to guess, I’d say probably around 20 lbs? To put that in perspective, I only gained 24 lbs while pregnant with Bee.
Guys. I have still have 3 months to go.
Maternity clothes? Nothing but. And you know what? Thank God for maternity clothes. I haven’t been able to fit in my “real” clothes for months now, and would be wandering the streets in WHOKNOWSWHAT otherwise. Not that I go out much… but you know. When I do make an appearance somewhere, I’m grateful to have a cute, slouchy, ruched something to wear.
Best moment this week: Spending time with Bee and my husband over the weekend, being lazy, doing nothing in particular. Just being together. It’s so wonderful to get to have special time as a little family unit before this huge new arrival. Special moments happen when you least expect it, like Bee saying, “I yuv ooh, mummy,” unprompted for the first time. *heartexplodes*
Miss Anything? Boooooooooooooooze. DAMN YOU, WORLD CUP FEVER.
Movement: Um, all of it. In the world. Especially at night when I’m trying to sleep. Oh. Wait. Sleep? What’s that again? Sounds vaguely familiar….
Food cravings: I’ve actually been struggling to eat this past week; my stomach is so squashed I’ve have to force myself to choke down a meal. So other than the odd bagel and croissant (which hasn’t changed since conception), no weird cravings.
Anything making you queasy or sick: Most food. And toothpaste. Brushing my teeth is the GROSSEST. Did you guys know how gross brushing your teeth actually is?? Bee is at the age now where we’re supposed to incorporate it into her routine. Though I feel she can sense that I’m faking it when I smile happily at her as we do our nightly brush together. She looks at me like, “hmmmm… mummy doesn’t seem to pleased about this whole process, so why should I…?”
Gender: As far as I know, Pelé is still a boy!
Symptoms: Occasional nausea; insomnia; being annoyed at my thighs rubbing together, especially at night when I’m tossing and turning and not sleeping (what, your thighs don’t rub together when you’re in bed? I hate you.); crazy baby movement; weird dreams usually involving emergency c-sections (yikes); spontaneous crying over the thought I didn’t give Bee enough protein at breakfast (….?).
Belly Button in or out? Why is this a question people need answered? No one wants to know what my 34-year old pregnant belly looks like. I plead the Fifth.
Looking forward to: The July long weekend! We’re headed north to the in-laws for some much needed R&R. It’ll also be the first time Bee has been in the pool as a fully-aware human being! Last summer didn’t count since she was still technically an infant who we could put anywhere and she’d be happy.
We really don’t know how she’s going to react to the water; she totally loves bath time, but haaaAAAATES having her hair washed. Swimming in a pool is sort of half fun bath, half hair washing (in my mind, anyway), so we’ll see how it goes!
Other Fun Things to Note:
In general, I’m doing pretty good! Yes, I often moan about the stretching and the kicking and the lack of sleeping… but there have been a lot of lovely moments lately, too.
Bee is all over the belly these days! She always wants me to lift my shirt so she can say “hi!” to the baby, and when I’m in climbing reach of her she is on top of me in the blink of an eye, squishing her face deep into my gut, whispering and singing sweet songs to her brother. If I’m ever feeling low or blah, all it takes is one of those moments to turn my mood around.
And my husband. My dear, sweet Hubs. The bigger I get, the more he’s connecting with his little boy, which just EXPLODES my already exploding heart. At the end of a long day, we lay on the couch watching TV with our hands on the belly, half watching the screen, half watching Pelé squirming away. We talk about how amazing it is that we are where we are in our lives and that we’re so excited to soon have TWO kids… which, believe it or not, hasn’t quite sunk in yet. I don’t know what that’s going to happen, but I’m hoping when it does, it doesn’t turn my happiness into total and utter, complete freakout mode. I’ve heard that can happen. So, I’ll be watching and waiting for it, and will hopefully be able to squash the scared feelings before they crawl in too far…..
June 11, 2014
Some of you have asked, “why the nickname ‘Pelé’ for your baby?”
This is Pelé, a retired Brazilian footballer regarded by many to be the best player of all time.
Pelé was famous for the “bicycle kick“, which is depicted above. He’d hurdle himself into the air and deliver a massive overhead, backwards kick… it’s kinda how I imagine Li’l Pelé looks when he’s kicking the crap out of me all day, every day.
I’m serious. This baby is crazy active. It’s incredibly reassuring feeling so much commotion in there (my midwife tells me there’s no such thing as “too much” movement), but it can get pretty uncomfortable when he’s bopping up a storm just as I’m trying to go to bed.
Back to the bicycle kicking. You’ll see in the picture the person delivering the kick is horizontal in the air (CRAZY!!!).
My midwife confirmed at our last appointment that Li’l Pelé is currently transverse, which means he is lying straight across my belly rather than the optimal head down position.
Peleé bicycle kicking + Li’l Pelé lying transverse = same, same
I’ve had a hunch that this was the case for some time now – his kicks have been erratic and all over the place since the very first one I felt. Bee was head down right from the start, so from experience I know the difference between a settled baby vs. a crazy, wiggly, can’t-decide-where-I-want-to-go-next baby.
Apparently at 24 weeks pregnant though, the lie of the baby doesn’t matter… not yet, anyway.
“You don’t need to worry,” my midwife assured me. “There’s still so much room in there still, the baby can flip-flop around for another few weeks, be in different positions, and it’s totally fine. It’s not until you’re 32 weeks along that we need him to be head down.”
“Sooooo, what if he’s not head down by then,” I gurgled through the sweat pouring down my face.
“Well that’s when we decide which measures to take to make sure he gets that way before you deliver.”
I went home feeing not-so-great about this news and, despite knowing better, took to Dr. Google to ask him what those “measures” she spoke of might be.
Now, I say “despite knowing better” because generally I hate Googling stuff like this. I really do, because I stumble across tidbits like this:
“Most fetuses in transverse lie early in pregnancy convert to a cephalic (or breech) presentation by term. The later in pregnancy the transverse lie is diagnosed, the more likely it is to persist.” – Robert A Strauss, MD; Professor of Obstetrics & Gynecology at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill (c/o uptodate.com)
I have a lot of stress over the thought of having a breech baby. Without going into detail, my family suffered an incredible loss a couple years back because of an undiagnosed breech situation.
So seeing a fact like that… made me want to puke.
After further digging, I found there are lots of natural methods I can do at home help Pelé turn around – meaning I don’t necessarily have to worry about having to have him externally “turned” by hand (oh my GOD, that sounds brutally uncomfortable).
Spinningbabies.com offers up lots of tutorials and advice on how to gently coax that little baby into the head down position, and I plan on starting them as soon as I get the go-ahead from my midwife.
For now though, I just have to breathe… and focus on those amazing, impressive kicks from my little boy, telling me that no matter which position he ends up in, he – we – will be a-okay.
On a lighter note….
How Big Is Pelé This Week?
An ear of corn! Yummy! I love corn! Not quite in season, but still delicious no doubt!
Babycentre has a slideshow, “How Big Is Your Baby“, where you can scroll along and see pictures of vegetables that represent the size of your babe each week. It’s cute… but I found as I scrolled through to 24 weeks that I forgot what I was doing exactly, and started getting really, really hungry.
May 7, 2014
I’ve been humming and hawing over how to reveal the baby’s gender to you guys.
I felt like, since I’ve been dangling it over your heads for a couple of weeks now, that I should do some big, funny, intricate post, involving lots of memes and Benedict Cumberbatch .gifs…
…I may have actually made one like this but ditched it after a moment of clarity, realizing that when it comes to something as sweet and simple as a baby, it’s best to keep it just like that: sweet and simple.
Don’t you think?
So, here we go guys. Sweet & Simple.
It’s officially Li’l Pelé.
And we couldn’t be happier 🙂