How far along: 39 weeks.
Size of baby: Small watermelon. Is there such thing as a small watermelon?
Maternity clothes: I'm getting sick of wearing the same maternity shirts to work and I'm tired of having only so many options for pants. My maternity jeans just feel uncomfortable now and I'm over it. I wore Ehren's sweats in public and I'm not even ashamed.
Weight gain: Not sure of the number but I'm right where I should be.
Sleep: I'm trying to take advantage of good sleep because I know it will be ending soon. I'm very thankful for all the restful nights I've had.
Exercise: Lots of walks with Cozy now that the weather has been better. But once again, I'm running out of clothes to wear for exercise.
Best moment of the week: Two date nights over the weekend! We went to Johnny's West Friday night and Yokohama Saturday night. Ya know, since we will never be able to go out on a date ever again, ever, because we procreated. False. It drives me crazy that people say this to pregos. We will still make time for each other and go on dates - that's what multiple, in-town babysitters are for!
Movement: She generated an audience the other day because she was doing somersaults and jumping jacks. It was hilarious.
Cravings: Besides the pizza from Johnny's and the sushi from Yokohama, not really. I'm going to miss having pregnancy as an excuse when I have cravings in the future. I guess I'll blame it on my ravenous breastfeeding state that I'll be in.
Belly button in or out: Out.
Wedding ring on or off: I stopped wearing it this week. Not because my hands were swollen but because sometimes it feels a tiny bit too tight which then makes me panicky and claustrophobic. I feel naked without it.
Anything making you queasy or sick: Nope. Well, actually, the way the KU Jayhawks played. But I've moved on from that.
What I miss: Clothing that fits. Rolling over in bed without my pelvic bones popping and grinding due to laxity. My body parts not sitting on top of each other (read: boobs on my belly, belly on my lap).
What I am looking forward to: Oh, ya know, meeting this little human that has been inside of me since June/July.
What I am not looking forward to: My postpartum baby body. I'll learn to love it but it will take time.
Labor signs: Contractions all the time. It's like my uterus is training for the Olympics. It better be ready to push this baby out real quick when the time comes.
Symptoms: Everything but real labor. Braxton Hicks contractions, cramps, back pain, nesting, fatigue. Ya know, all the things that make work and life real easy.
Emotions: At my doctor's appointment on Friday, I found out I still wasn't dilated, which I know is not a good indicator of impending labor. However, I was 70% effaced which is a good sign. My doctor said she thinks I'll go into labor on my own but that it will be after my due date. Whomp, whomp. Oh well, I'll just be thankful that I'm able to carry a healthy baby to term. I know there are a lot of women who struggle with this. I'm just anxious to meet our little girl and I totally understand how women report the last few weeks are the slowest and the hardest. Once she's out and starts acting like a real baby, I'll probably be wondering why I wanted her here so soon. It's crazy to think that right now, she literally has everything she needs and is completely content. When she comes out into the world, she is all of a sudden helpless and will rely on ME, the mom, not me the body.
Week in review:
What week doesn't start off with Cozy kisses?
This belly is getting out of control.
Would you believe that there are 5 girls in this picture below?
My friend Chanel at work is having twin girls and I'm having a girl. Our girls are due 3 weeks apart, however, since she's having twins she will be delivering sooner than me. It's been fun to go through a pregnancy with someone and share how our doctor's appointments are going, how we're feeling, and what we're excited about.
I love that my mom gets down on the floor to love on Cozy. I think this is a good indicator of how good of a grandmother she will be to a human.
The weather was so nice we decided to take advantage of working in the yard and getting it ready for Spring. Another thing people have said to us (that annoys us) is "Your yard is so beautiful! Just wait 'til you have kids". Thanks for your boost of confidence.
I participated in the yard work as well. I figured my mom went into labor with me while doing yard work so maybe the same would happen to me? I posted this picture on Facebook and this is what my dad commented:
- "As I recall, I was mowing and your Mom was weed eating near the back of the house. Suddenly, the weed eater stopped and all I could hear was your Mom cussing. She was about as big as you are now and your protrusion caused her shirt tail to get caught in the rotating motor and instead of eating weeds it began eating her shirt. The weed eater stopped cold and was never the same after that. You came along shortly after that and we were never the same either, but in a good way."
We installed the car seat base in the car... eeek! This is really happening! I think my water would have broken if Ehren was not there to help install it. It takes a lot of strength to get that sucker in there correctly!
And just like we practice walking with the stroller with Cozy, we practiced driving around with me, the car seat, and Cozy in the back seat. He was a little confused but he managed.
Cozy hates the month of March purely because of KU basketball. We yell, we scream, we throw things. He promptly takes himself upstairs and hangs out in our bed on game days. He comes down at halftime and timeouts but as soon as the game starts back up, he goes back upstairs. This is no joke. He did this at my mom's house too. Anyway, KU was playing like crap and I couldn't safely watch it anymore. I cleaned the entire upstairs (bathrooms, made two beds, put away clothes, dusted, vacuumed, decluttered, etc) during the second half. Cozy took his position.
Then he gave daddy "it's okay, there's always next year" kisses to make him feel better.
Ahh, the fruits of my labor. Okay, not really. We just bought a lot of fruit (and this isn't even all of it) and I had to take a picture. Yes, we will literally eat all of this in the next week. Now that's my kind of centerpiece!
So, I'm like due next week?