Eagles versus Redskins. I’ve dusted off my Redskins jersey and am convinced it will make all the difference. Okay, that’s a stretch at this point, but, hey, so is this jersey…
The baby is officially full-term! Of course, he could still use a little more “cooking” but if anything were to happen now, it would be a lot less alarming. He is definitely continuing to grow and take up more room, as evidenced by the full-on, belly-wide rolls that visibly ripple across my entire midsection. Mike actually got to witness such a show last night and I can’t figure out if he was more amazed or grossed out. He asked what it felt like and I had a really hard time describing it with the significance it deserved. All I could come up with was “major violent gas”. Dikembe has tunneled her way into the inside of Mike’s zipped fleece a couple times in the past and that’s probably the closest metaphor I could ever use.
I finally washed all of the baby clothes, blankets and towels this morning. I didn’t get any special baby detergent but instead opted for the fragrance- and dye-free detergent. The results are a letdown. No baby smell here. The next thing on the list this weekend is packing The Hospital Bag.
Weekly OB appointments from here on out. Home stretch, baby!
I can honestly say I’m in bed for at least 7 hours every night but the shooting pains on whichever hip I am laying on make the actual hours of sleep much, much less.
I recently realized I do have stretch marks.
Obviously walking uphill is not pleasant but walking downhill puts a new strain on holding things together in the area below the belt.
The only mirrors available in the house during all this construction only shows me from the shoulders up. I guess that could actually be a good thing but I have to confirm with Mike that I can leave the house like this. The rest of the time, I’m going by “feel”.
Leaning forward at my desk makes my back feel better but kicks off the heartburn.
The days of guiltless snacking and desserting are numbered and accountability is around the corner.
I hate having to be prepared for the little one to arrive early or late.
How many more weeks again?!?!
For the time being, we’re putting all the house renovation pictures on a separate tab from newest to oldest. It’s going to get unwieldy in a hurry so this might change again. Enjoy!
I finally got beaten down by a cold that had been threatening me for the last week. Luckily, once it hit it didn’t stick around for too long or get really ugly but truly the last thing I wanted at this stage of the game was more diminished lung capacity and more occasions to wake up in the middle of the night (this time for an unproductive nose-blowing). It was pretty refreshing to sleep almost completely upright and simulate sleeping on my back though.
Ever since we found out we were pregnant in March, I’ve measured time differently. It wasn’t enough to look at the calendar and be satisfied that today is “Saturday”. How many weeks pregnant did that mean now? How much longer until November? How much of my seasonal wardrobe still fits today? And while it’s true that the concept of being pregnant dominates most of my mental capacity at any given moment, we have been on such a roller coaster ride since that day in March. Seasons and occasions come and went, mostly without the pomp and circumstance it usually entailed. New landmark moments replaced holidays. We didn’t throw a Memorial Day barbecue; we landscaped our yard to prepare for the immediate market response after getting the house listed. We didn’t celebrate our anniversary; we closed and moved into our new home. We didn’t go watch July 4th fireworks; we decided it wasn’t worth the effort. Elaborate plans for a housewarming party never materialized. I had told myself that I wouldn’t freak out about baby “stuff” until October but I don’t really recall August and September passing me by, although I know that we went to Mexico, Mike had a wildly successful Ironman-distance race, and both our families came out to visit for an incredible baby shower. And today, we got our first real taste of the coming winter with below-freezing temperatures and significant snowfall but I didn’t even give it a second thought that we’ve been in shorts and slathering on sunscreen at this time in recent years. It just doesn’t matter that it is only the second week of October. What does matter is that we have started our 35th week of pregnancy and we officially only have 5 weeks left until the due date. In fact, after this week, Mike and I will go into “any day now” mode, which will probably also overshadow any plans of doing anything for Halloween, but I do know that’s two weeks before D-day.
Ironically, on that fateful March day where hope and science finally worked together, we were wrapping up kitchen remodeling at our old place in order to get it ready to sell and now we’ve just embarked on an upstairs remodel to improve our bedroom and the nursery which should wrap up right when the baby is born. I really should get reacquainted with an actual calendar sooner rather than later.