What's been happening:
He is now approx 2.4kgs & 46cm from head to toe. (This is a tad exciting as Blake was 2.9kgs & 50cm when she was born so it really is coming around fast!) He is still laying down that fat to keep his body temperature regular & his hearing is now fully developed. Which reminds me- we need to get a swear jar.
As for me- well, I now waddle. Full blown penguin-feet slapping waddle. It is so attractive. I also have a ridiculously sore groin & lower back at all times which is fun. Braxton hicks are my new friends, they're fairly strong & consistent especially when I'm active. On my walk this morning I had a couple of intense ones and had immediate flashbacks to labour, "oh that's right, fuck"- was my initial thought. And then "woohoo I can see the finish line"
Oink oink oink oink oink oink oink oink oink.
I'm sure you're all just as sick of hearing me rant about it each week as I am. Hearing the sound of my own voice complain to Oli each evening is like chalk screeching down a blackboard. Although Mum kindly pointed out to me on Skype last night that I finally look "blooming" (exact word). Cheers Mum, I'm not even sure if that's a nice way of calling me fat or just plain insulting.
Workouts: Now that my gym membership is officially on hold, I've been out walking each weekday religiously. It is rather wonderful actually, and I don't know why I haven't been doing it the entire time. As long as we leave first thing (7:30ish) we beat the heat, Blake gets to watch the world whizz by, & I get to fill my lungs with fresh air and my mind with music. When we get home I usually do squats (50+), but I've had to give up lunges due to the groin issues. And then if I can be bothered I will do a bit of yoga (tree pose, cat pose, dancer pose and eagle pose mostly) & shavasana (corpse pose) to wind down & switch off for 10 minutes. This new routine is pretty amazing actually, hopefully I can keep it up until the very end. Losing my fitness is not an option!
Movement: He has been nestled right up under my left rib cage for a few days now & it is so uncomfortable. I have to sit or stand up dead straight otherwise I can barely breathe. It feels like he is super cramped in there at the moment as his attempts to escape out the sides are a common occurrence.
Food Aversions: Nope, totally up for anything.
Food cravings: Soft white bread with peanut butter... I'm drooling at the thought. Oh refined carbs- how am I ever going to give you up?
Sleep; Average. Due to this babies butt up in my ribcage, lying down is not the greatest position. I've had to fall asleep with my arms up over my head just to give him some extra room.
Also bathroom breaks are nearly hourly, that combined with my newfound clumsiness = disaster, such as last night when I caught my pinky toe on the bed edge on the way back through. I collapsed dramatically onto the bed & felt like crying at 2am. Thankfully Oli gave me the sympathy I was after and I was ok. Just.
Miss anything: Yes!! I am done with this pregnancy, and well & truly ready to hold the little nugget in my arms & smell his sweet baby scent all day/night. I hope he is feeling these vibes & decides to show up at 37/38 weeks. I am more than ready to have a normal hormonal balance, a glass of wine, go for a run if I so feel the need, fit into my clothes (I'm literally scraping the bottom of the barrel now, nothing fits), and sleep in any position I please (even if it is interrupted every 2 hours)
Fun/ interesting things for the week;
I've started downloading & watching "One born every minute" again lately. I watched a series when I was due with B and found it utterly fascinating. They're really not shy on those camera angles are they? Don't miss a beat. I find myself crying with the women / partners when they hold their baby for the first time, and wincing when they wince through their contractions. It is quite pathetic actually but I'm enjoying it. I must be at that birth obsessed stage where it's all I can think about & yet I'll probably be thinking "whyyyy on earth did I want to ever do this again" when our time finally comes. Told you I'm all over the show.
Oh, and still no names on our list- seriously, any suggestions would be muchly appreciated.
Oh oh oh, and- I went pumpkin patching for him last week too. They had a big sale on & I couldn't resist;
Feel free to come on out and try them on ASAP little guy!
Stretchmarks; Still none unbelievably. I gave up on using bio oil after my first 60ml bottle ran out so I've just been using some St Ives moisturiser on my belly/ hips after I shower. Feeling pretty lucky to miss the stretch mark boat for the second time though- thanks Ma!
Happy or moody: 50/50, mostly impatient.
Looking forward to: D Day, getting my hair done this Fri, and the active birth workshop I'm doing on Saturday.
Bump update:
This mound is massive!!
Even just compared to last week I can't believe the difference, he has been perched so far forward. Can you guys see those veins too? Maximum capacity.
Until next week,
Gemma
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