9 weeks left.
I’m glad to be doing these updates, even though this is likely our last baby. I go back regularly and read what I wrote when I was pregnant with E, because I like to compare and contrast, and because I forget so easily. There is so much I haven’t remembered about when I was pregnant with E and the history major/nostalgia lover in me loves having this stuff to go back to look at.
So anyway. 9 weeks.
At first thought that sounds like such a long time but then I think about it and realize 9 weeks is nothing. Nothing. That’s 2 months, and 2 months these days goes by in the blink of an eye. There is still much to be done, but we’ve made good progress. I had wanted to have E in her new room by now, partially so we had a good amount of time to work on Boy Bunny’s room, but mainly because I don’t want her to associate having to leave her current room with a new baby coming into the house. I want her to have already been living in her new space for awhile before the new baby is in her old one, and even before the new baby is here at all. The way it’s looking, we won’t be able to get her in there for another 4 weeks, but that’s alright. It’s good enough for me.
I feel… good, for the most part. But I was laying in bed last night after one of the many, and soon to be even more, trips to the bathroom and I was thinking about that exact thing: how I feel (physically, that is) and over the past week I’ve realized two things:
The first is that… whoo boy this is going to get exhausting really soon (because it kind of already has). During first trimester I remember feel so tired, but then second trimester came and I felt FANTASTIC. Like, really, really fantastic. There wasn’t anything I couldn’t do. I was doing all kinds of stuff with E, cleaning the house, cooking all the things, and I was like: I’VE GOT THIS. I did way more than I ever did while pregnant with E, and that felt awesome. I honestly thought to myself, “Oh heck yea. All is good. I’m good to go.” I couldn’t imagine not feeling so great and on top of everything.
Then over this past week, things… small things… started to get more tiring and difficult. I’ve suddenly starting wanting to nap when E naps (and I am most assuredly not a day time sleeper), and actually doing it every other day or so because it gets to be the middle of the day and I’m all: why do I feel so stupidly exhausted all of the sudden? Getting us ready to leave the house? Exhausting. I got us both ready and the dogs put away yesterday morning, and by the time I was done I was like: ugghhh I don’t even want to go anywhere anymore. I think about these small things over the course of the last week and I realized: I’m only going to get bigger. I’m only going to start waking up even more at night to pee. Sleep is going to become less and less restful. Mundane chores are going to become even more cumbersome. By the time this baby is due, I’m liable to be super cranky and tired. Just saying.
The second realization I had was in regards to carrying E. Now, I don’t actually carry her everywhere. I mostly carry her from our house to the car, and the car into wherever we’re going (unless I’m using the stroller, so basically I might just be talking about the grocery store or her gym class or friend’s houses, etc.). I do this because a) she still lets me, and b) it’s quicker and easier. When leaving the house I have to set the alarm. It’s a heck of a lot easier to set if I’m holding her with me than if she has free reign to run around (in which case I’d have to wait for her to be totally still and/or in another room), and then I have exactly 60 seconds to corral her and get her out of the house with me, which could go well or could be a disaster depending on her mood. SO much easier just to hold her since she lets me do it right now. Once we’re outside? She adores the street. If she had her way she might spend all her time in the middle of it. So again, I’d rather just carry her to our car than make sure she holds my hand while I fumble with the keys to lock the door, etc. In parking lots, it’s generally the same. She can walk, sure. And she’d probably hold my hand. But she walks so slowly, and likes to look at the birds, and who knows when/if she’ll get a sudden desire for crazy independent running and try to free herself. So I carry her then too. She’s never been too heavy, and she happily obliges. I don’t get to hold her often anymore, and I won’t get to do this with a new baby, so whatever, it works. Except that…
Both she and I are getting too big for it to be comfortable for much longer. She’s a growing machine (which is awesome), and she’s getting heavier every day, as she should. Me? I have a human growing in my uterus. So I’m also a growing machine (which is appropriate, but doesn’t feel nearly as awesome), and I swear my belly gets a little bigger and a lot more in the way every day. This makes carrying her kind of, well, exhausting. Especially if I’m trying to walk fast. I still do it, and I plan to as long as I’m able, but man… the tireds. Kind of a workout there.
Neither of these realizations are anything to complain about really. I mean, other than being more tired and having to keep up with an almost 20 month old, I am fortunate to have almost no complaints at this point. I have some sciatic pain for a few hours probably only about once a week, some heartburn here and there depending on what I’ve eaten, and I am starting to wake up more at night to pee and/or to get comfortable, but as long as I don’t make the mistake of looking at my phone at any of those times, I fall back asleep quickly. Aside from the infrequent, but highly uncomfortable sciatic pain, the only other true pain/discomfort I feel lately (and this will be TMI… just so you know), is when it feels like he’s punching my cervix. Like, repeatedly. Owwww. And? While I know he hasn’t dropped/engaged fully, I know that he is lower because walking normally is so much more difficult than before. Generally though, I consider myself very lucky at this point. 9 weeks is both a short time and a long time, and I know that the discomfort is only going to increase rapidly over the next few weeks so I’m counting my lucky stars that it hasn’t been too bad thus far.
Other random pregnancy things? Weight gain is pretty on par with the weight gain I had with E at this point… I mean seriously? The number on the scale this morning is EXACTLY the same as it was at this EXACT point with E. That’s kind of crazy.
I think my belly button may actually pop out with this one? That’s kind of crazy to me. It never did with E, but this kid.. he actually FORCES my belly button out sometimes. It doesn’t ever stay, but I can tell you I’ve never felt anything weirder than this kid physically pushing on the other side of my belly button to the point where I see it come out and then go back in. Bizarre.
I had a long overdue follow-up ultrasound this week because they never visualized the stomach during the anatomy scan at 20 weeks. Having an ultrasound this late in the game was so neat. He’s like an actual human in there! With a face that has like, cheeks and stuff! I continue to be in awe over this because I never knew that with just a humdrum 2d ultrasound that you could ever actually see anything other than skeletor face, but it turns out you can! His face is just… gah. Wonderful. All was well in the ultrasound- stomach located and things are good. He’s still very much a boy. Also, I know ultrasound measurements are highly inaccurate at this point, but he was measuring three days ahead at 31w1d (rather than the 30w5d I was), and weighs in at 3lbs 7oz, +/- 8oz. So he’s something like 3-4lbs-ish. The best news, other than him being healthy, is that he is head down with plenty of amniotic fluid and a long cervix still. All good news for which I am thankful.
Two dear, kind friends are throwing me a “sprinkle” for this baby next month, which is incredibly wonderful and thoughtful of them. I cannot adequately express how thankful I am, and I am so very much looking forward to it.
I don’t even know. Things are good right now. The gratitude in my heart is overwhelming for all these things.
Oh. And for funsies this morning I did a side by side comparison of 31 weeks pregnant with E versus 31 weeks pregnant now. Suffice it to say that even though the weight gain is on par, the belly size is most definitely not. (O_o)