32 Weeks

This definitely won't be a weekly thing because I'm too lazy, but I thought it would be fun to do at least once.

How far along: 32 weeks

Baby is the size of: A jicama (wft?) 3 ¾ pounds and 16.7 inches.

Total weight gain/loss: gain of 15lbs!

Maternity clothes: Maternity tops and normal pants.  Although my maternity tops are quickly becoming too short.  So I’m currently mad at maternity clothes.

Stretch marks: No

Sleep: Good sleep thanks to my Snoogle!  I do wake up occasionally cause my hips freakin’ hurt, but that’s it.   

Best moment this week: I’m gonna bet it was something food related…and today is the Friday before a 3-day weekend.

Miss Anything: Buckling my sandals without almost dying, LIQUOR, BREATHING, being able to hold my pee

Movement: YES and I have mixed feelings about it.  I love feeling him move, but he’s getting so big that it keeps me from sleeping sometimes!  And it’s creepy seeing a leg travel across your stomach…

Food cravings: Basically all sweets which is so weird because I’ve never had a sweet tooth.  And red meat.  Probably because I’m anemic.

Anything making you queasy or sick: Hot coffee.  How awful is that?  I thought I was past the coffee aversion and I love an iced latte, but hot coffee makes me want to puke.

Have you started to show yet: Gawd yes.  But I guess I'm oblivious to it because when people ask when I'm due, I look around for the person their talking to before I realize it's me.

Gender: BOY!

Labor Signs: I actually don’t know any besides contractions and your water breaking, so I’ll say none.

Belly Button in or out: Non-existent most of the time, but out after a big meal.  I don’t get it either.

Wedding rings on or off: On

Happy or Moody: Everything under the spectrum.  Some seriously violent mood swings have been happening.  They are usually remedied with food.

Looking forward to: This child dropping so I can breathe! 

Miles' Nursery

My sweet mother flew out last week to help me with the disaster that once was the nursery.  For the last 3 months, this room had been a crib and a huge pile of clothes.  And then Jan worked her magic.

 

I'm not a theme person.  I don't do themes or tons of matchy-matchy stuff.  We painted this room around Labor Day in 2012 with the intention it would eventually be the nursery.  I chose the color Kind Green by SW because I tend to like color and then I'll box myself in trying to use accessories that aren't overwhelming.  I went back and forth between owls and elephants before deciding I really liked penguins.

 

So Miles has a penguin nursery.



 

 

 

My mom found the little penguin lamp and bedding.  Actually, she found the picture that's over the crib too...so yeah, Jan did everything.  The "M" on the bookshelf was from our wedding.  Reduce, reuse, recycle.

 This is the changing table that my sweet friend refinished for us.  And the cart is from the nightmarish hellscape that is IKEA.  Those walls photograph really green.  I promise they aren't quite that green in person.  The little blanket on the changing pad goes with his layette (again, courtesy of Gammy Jan) and it's Paty Inc, which means I want an adult size one to sleep with.

I thought about putting an orchid or other plant on that little nightstand for staging purposes, but in reality, that little table will be covered in bottles, both baby and wine.  So I'm just keeping it real.  Matt spoiled me by getting me the glider I really wanted.  It's like a giant butt cloud.

 

 

I went overboard buying clothes the minute we found out we were having a boy.  St. Jan washed and hung everything while I sat in the Butt Cloud, nursing a hemorrhoid that I eventually named Stan. 

I really like how the penguin lamp illuminates his humidifier.

All we need is a travel system, a monitor and a baby.  Hopefully they'll all come in that order...

Oh dear

So I have 11 (or less!) weeks until this bouncing baby boy arrives.

My face is mostly back to normal.  I haven't thrown up in 11 days.  Still sleeping like a log (wtf does that even mean?).

No Braxton-Hicks, just some round ligament pain.  He likes to burrow under my ribs and run his hand (foot?) down them like a xylophone.  He currently prefers to be waaaaay over on the right side, as evidenced by the doctor's difficulty in finding his heartbeat yesterday.  And while he's measuring perfectly, I have gained 9 pounds in a month.

NINE POUNDS.

Granted I'd really only gained about 4 pounds since getting pregnant.  I'd lost about 15 pounds from running and then I stopped running in August or so and gained it back.  So I'm not technically counting those pounds because I would've gained them anyway since I started working again and quit taking the MS drug that gave me the energy to actually run. 

Yes, I am rationalizing but you have to admit that I'm being rational.

AND I'm still wearing my regular pants.  And most of them fasten without a rubber band. 

I'm just really confused by these 9 pounds.  And my doctor told me to buy a scale. :(  I feel legitimately fat-shamed.

I'm gonna say that 9 pounds is boobs.  Cause talk about obscene...

My rings still fit and my belly button hasn't popped.  No stretch marks.  I am anemic (ooops), but I passed my glucose tolerance test.  It was kind of brutal.

I'm constantly out of breath.  Walking from the car to my desk finds me huffing and puffing.  I go walking when I'm not too queasy and I get so winded I can't talk.  It's a constant annoyance!

He's kicking the desk as I type this.  I've angered it.

The one with all the whining...

I try not to complain a lot.  Really, I do.  I'm not exactly known for my compassion so it'd be silly if I was always seeking it from other people.

But pregnancy does not agree with me.

I'm still puking at 22 weeks.  Not every day, but I'm still queasy in the mornings and sometimes, out of nowhere, I'll call Earl.  This past Saturday, I had to make a call to ol' Earl while riding down the road to lunch.  It went down my shirt.  It got in my hair. Poor Matt.  Just...poor Matt.

And apparently, I don't have a lot of room for my tum tum so if I eat too much, I subsequently hurl.  Wasted some good pot roast the other night...

 I've had two "conditions" that seem to not be talked about a lot in the pregnant world.

First of which was pregnancy gingivitis, which I could live with.  It just looked like a murder scene when I brushed my teeth.  The dentist said that it's because pregnancy hormones are sugar-based so bacteria looooove to feast on it.  That is the only interesting thing about that matter.

The second one being corneal edema.  Per the Google (and confirmed by my brother), when pregnant your corneas can RETAIN WATER making them thicker and causing your contacts to not fit right.  So I've been wearing glasses the last week.  Cause of my FAT CORNEAS. 

I also managed to have a slight MS flare last week where the right side of my face was droopy and numb.  I smiled weird and that was the only noticeable symptom.  Now I have feeling and strength again, but my eyelid twitches all day, erry day.  I'm hoping (PRAYING) that it's just nerves re-routing and not nerve damage.  One side of my face looks like it's in a perpetual state of sneezing.

The literal cherry on top is the cherry angioma on my lip.  A big, red dome-shaped blob on my lip that's filled with blood and bleeds everywhere if it's even slightly ruptured.  It's not pregnancy related because the god-forsaken thing has been there since about June.  It just shrinks down sometimes, but never freakin' goes away.  Again per the Google, it can be removed if found "cosmetically unsavory."

It's unsavory in every way.

In non-whining news, El Guapo kicks all day.  Like a champ.  And I love him.

I also love foooooood.

My favorite things currently:
-Golden Grahams (there's nothing like the first 2 bowls after dinner)
-Greek yogurt
-Brussel sprouts (right?!?!)
-Cold tomatoes on my turkey sandwich (yeah I still eat deli meat.  JUDGE.)
-Orange juice.  Which is apparently laden with sugar so I'm cutting back on the OJ until after my glucose screening test.

And there's never a moment in the day that I don't crave chocolate cake. 

I may have gone a little overboard on the clothes shopping for the El Guapo.  He may have 20 onesies.  And 20 sleepers.  And 20+ outfits (including baby cargo jeans).  I've curtailed that for now since we haven't bought a lot of things he actually needs.  Or...anything he actually needs, really. 

Oh, Guap.  Please be patient with me.

Kiddo

The last few months have been a blur of sleep and vomit, so I figured I'd write down what few details I remember for future reference.  Although, it is definitely too soon to even think about doing this again.

I digress.

I really like to drink wine while cooking dinner.  So on a Sunday night in November (Nov 3rd maybe?) I'd been swigging some pinot grigio and decided it'd be fun to pee on a stick.  Because why not.  I actually put the test down somewhere (probably near food, knowing me) and continued my completely inappropriate text convo with Misti and Judith.  At some point, I remembered that darn test, picked it up and saw two lines staring at me.  I was NOT immediately excited because I had a belly full of wine and that can't be good for the zygote.  Matt was pretty indifferent about it and I don't blame him.  It's hard to believe a little plastic stick that you bought at Safeway.  I got on the Google (duh) and determined my due date is July 18. 

Life went on as normal for another week and a half.  The day I hit 5 weeks, I started feeling like complete and utter shit.  There's no other way to say it.  It was awful, second only to an MS relapse.  So I effectively ruined our Thanksgiving trip to Seattle by 1) not wanting to leave our hotel room, and 2) barfing all the way down 6th Street.  So, so miserable.  Sorry, Matt.

I finally told my co-worker at 8 weeks because I desperately needed to complain to someone.  Plus, I think I was looking kind of suspicious by running to the bathroom 2938472392233 times a day. 

I flew to Dallas at 10 weeks and it wasn't bad.  Christmas was good.  Telling family was good.  Flying home was pretty sucky only because it's a freakin' long flight and Matt and I got split up on the plane.  THANKS, OBAMA.

January wasn't too awful.  Heard the heartbeat and had an ultrasound so it was nice to know there's actually something in there and I'm not shouting groceries for nothing.

Now that the nausea is fading, I just want to eat.  I love Golden Grahams.  I love oranges and orange juice and banana peppers (not altogether). Subway clubs are so delicious I could cry. 

We don't find out the gender until Feb 26th (Dayton or Sandrine?)  so I'm just biding my time until I know whether to buy pink or blue stuff. 

Thanks to Zofran and our Temperpedic mattress, things are going well.  I can't hide the fat anymore. My ribs hurt a lot.  But, seriously, everything has gone so well that I'm kind of in disbelief. 

It'll be fun when UPS drops off a baby for me in July.  That's how they get here, right?

Soundtrack of 2013

I'm late this year, but it's due to the tiny baby in my belly.  Best excuse ever.


2013 was a crap year, music-wise.  The only albums worth a listen all year were The National's "Trouble Will Find Me" and Frightened Rabbit's "Pedestrian Verse."  Everything else was 100% meeehhhhh.




My Top Songs of 2013:


The Weight of Us - Sanders Bohlke
Inbread Evil - Boondox
I Made a Resolution - Sea Wolf
All of Me - John Legend (awwwww)
My Song 5 - Haim
101 Vultures - Alex Winston
Country Queen - Night Moves
By Your Hand - Los Campesinos!
Youth - Daughter
End of All Time - Stars of Track & Field
The Ocean - The Bravery (probably my most listened to song of the year)
Not in Love - Olin & The Moon
All I Want - Kodaline
Just a Fool - Christina Aguilera and Blake Shelton (I knooooowwwww)
Slowly - Barcelona
Many of Horror - Biffy Clyro
I Should Live in Salt - The National
Sea of Love - The National
This is the Last Time - The National
Slipped - The National
City Middle - The National
Hip Hop Kids - Portugal. The Man
Atomic Man - Portugal. The Man
Purple Yellow Red and Blud - Portugal. The Man
My Homies Still - Lil Wayne (what?)
Slow Show - The National
Time to Run - Lord Huron
Royals - Lorde
Young Blood - The Naked and Famous
Jump Into the Fog - The Wombats
Life Boat - Early Morning Rebel
Bartholomew - The Silent Comedy
Oblivion - M83 (omgggg)
Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? - Arctic Monkeys
Trembling Hands - The Temper Trap
Full Circle - Half Moon Run
No Rest - Dry the River
R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys (they have so many questions)
If the Creek Don't Rise - Dylan LeBlanc
Human - Daughter
Landfill - Daughter
Candles - Daughter
Home - Daughter
Medicine - Daughter
Tennis Court - Lorde
I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) - Sleeping at Last
Flashbulb Eyes - Arcade Fire
Fight Song - The Appleseed Cast
Holy - Frightened Rabbit
The Woodpile - Frightened Rabbit
Late March, Death March - Frightened Rabbit
December's Traditions - Frightened Rabbit
Dead Now - Frightened Rabbit
State Hospital - Frightened Rabbit
Nitrous Gas - Frightened Rabbit
The Oil Slick - Frightened Rabbit (ok basically the whole album)
Demons - The National
Don't Swallow the Cap - The National
I Need My Girl - The National
Acts of Man - Frightened Rabbit
The Story I Heard - Blind Pilot
Broken Heart - Dr. Dog
You Don't Know How Lucky You Are - Keaton Henson




I made it through that whole list without puking! 

Sharing Spoons: I didn't do great.

But here me out.  I really shouldn't have set such lofty goals.  And I'm gonna play the MS card.

1) Physical - So for some reason, I found it necessary to set a physical goal that I have basically no control over.  I don't know if I'm pregnant, but my boobs have been sore for days (sorry) so I'm hoping that's a good sign.  At the same time, I'm not getting my hopes up cause I think I got some things confused, timing-wise.  This crap is complicated.  So let's just say October's physical goal was moot.

November goal: Keep going for walks on my lunch hour.  Whenever I was running, I was either 1) unemployed, 2) on Tysabri, or 3) both.  Now I'm working again and no longer able to take Tysabri which did wonders for my energy level. So now I'm back to being tired all.the.time.  But I have been going for walks on my lunch break and I quite enjoy them.  Even though I can't even walk for more than 10-20 minutes.

And that wasn't even the goal I'm playing the MS card on!

2) Spiritual - I was supposed to memorize James 1 in October.  It's been a while since I've tried to memorize anything and I sadly discovered that I no longer have the cognitive ability to memorize things.  At least not quickly.  So I got frustrated and quit.  Like a little baby.

November goal: Volunteer in the nursery at church.  I enjoy doing behind-the-scenes ministry work that no one really cares about.  I know the nursery isn't one of those scenarios, but I can't sing or play an instrument. However, I can change a diaper without gagging if I've had a light breakfast.

3) Emotional - This will probably be ongoing for years.  It's hard to undo 20+ years of feeling guilty about everything.  But, I will say it's better.  So I'm gonna give myself a C++ there.

November goal: To stop replaying conversations in my head and wondering if I've said something stupid or offensive.  I've never really had much of a filter, but I also tend to beat myself over every little thing I say that could've possibly been taken out of context.  Not everyone speaks sarcasm and I forget that and then chastise myself.  I need to just get over it and if they don't like it, they can go DIAF.

That was harsh.

4) Fun - Well, my goal was to make a new friend.  I did have lunch with my new co-worker and I consider her a friend.  She may not consider me one though, so B- maybe?

November goal: I've been hunting for some cognac boots.  By the end of November, I hope to have cognac boots!

And a bebe in my womb.