I was killing time at Home Depot on Sunday, flipping through and gleefully rubbing carpet samples, when I suddenly noticed the large display boards no longer cleared my belly. Each one stopped and scraped my belly as I flipped it, until I suddenly stopped. My belly had outsized my boobs.
It was a disturbing moment.
The Tater Tot: Baby is about 8 inches long (same as last week) and weighs a little over a pound. He’s about the size of a papaya…a kicking, rolling, punching papaya full of energy.
Fun Fact: Baby looks like an old man these days. His skin is thin and transparent and, since he hasn’t yet grown into it, he’s a wrinkly, little thing. Over the next few weeks, he’ll pack on the fat and the cuteness. I hope.
The Good: We are definitely feeling baby’s kicks from the outside now. He can really pack a wallop! It’s a bizarre and disturbing feeling, but I find myself poking at him from time to time because it’s so weird. Unfortunately, Ben doesn’t get to experience it as much as I do. I think the baby has performance anxiety. As soon as I call Ben, baby settles down and sits quietly. I hope this is still the trend once he’s out. Dads need to have that effect on their squirmy kids.
The Bad: Last week was probably the most difficult so far. Everything hurt and sleep was impossible. Night after night of pain was wearing me down, and work was not cooperating. So many people needed punching! But, I held it together and tried to stay calm. Thankfully, this week is a lot better.
The Ugly: My mom had me when she was 17, when her skin was young and stretchy, and full of all kinds of good collagen. Still, she had stretch marks. Lots of them. So, I felt pretty confident I’d get them, too.
In spite of slathering myself in thick, stinky lotion every day, the stretch marks began appearing last week. I don’t know how they seemed to appear overnight, but they’re here and I’m not at all happy about it. My bikini days may be over before they ever started.
Thankfully, my adorable husband insists he sees no stretch marks. I know he’s lying, but I really appreciate it.
Cravings: No specific cravings this week, but I’m trying to reign in my eating as much as possible. I don’t want to gain too much weight. It’s a tough thing to do, though, when my body is telling me to eat, eat, eat and sleep, sleep, sleep.
What’s Next: Our birthing class is Oct. 5. I have no idea what to expect, but we were told to bring two bed pillows with us. I choose to believe that means nap time is included in the agenda. However, I’m terrified we’ll have to watch one of those horrible live-birth videos or discuss ripping orifices and deep squatting. I can’t handle the truth right now.