The Tater Tot: Baby is about 14 inches long from head to toe and weighs a little over two pounds. Apparently, this was a big week for him. He grew about an inch!
Fun Fact: Baby’s taste buds are fairly advanced and should taste my food now. The amniotic fluid can take on the taste of strongly-flavored food, which explains why baby’s bouncing and jumping after my giant bowl of kale and sausage soup last night. Yum!
New This Week: Hiccups! I haven’t noticed any yet, but I read hiccups are very common from here out. I’ll keep you posted.
Awkward: Now that there’s no denying my condition, strangers are exceptionally nice to me. Almost too nice. It’s most awkward at crosswalks. If I even get within five feet of a crosswalk, all traffic ceases. Everyone stops and stares as I try to hustle-waddle my portly self across the street as quickly as possible. I appreciate the kindness, but not the audience. I know everyone is just being nice, so I smile and wave and move as quickly as I can (which is getting slower and slower by the day).
The Name: We’ve been calling him Baby Harry for weeks, so it feels weird not to say it here. I still won’t commit to it being the final name, but it’s the working name.
The Belly: This may be the last week I’m able to wear my work pants. It will be flowing skirts and dresses from here out. The belly button is still an innie, but there’s outward progress.
Workouts: Now that the rainy season has kicked in and walking the dogs is almost impossible (Dougal does not walk in the rain), I was struggling to exercise. So, Ben and I joined a gym this week. I’ve been exercising in the mornings before work, a mix of weights and about 30 minutes on the elliptical. It’s been great. It feels good to be back to a regular routine, even if it means I have to get out of bed at 4:30.
The Bad News: The doctor called yesterday to tell me I have gestational diabetes. It’s fairly common, especially among us chunkier ladies, but it still hit me pretty hard. I think mother’s guilt comes along way before the baby ever makes its first appearance. I honestly feel like a bad mother already. Why did I have Blizzards for dinner those few nights? How could I have stashed Halloween candy in my desk? I made cupcakes last week for god’s sake! I’ve been pretty hard on myself, worried that I’ve already hurt the baby, and feeling awful. I know there’s nothing I can do about the things I did weeks and months ago, but that doesn’t help me feel any better. Ben has been incredibly positive and seems confident everything is fine. But, I’m worried and stressed, which I know is bad for blood sugar. There’s no winning! I can’t see the nutritionist for another two weeks, so I’m reading everything I can, and Ben and I working on meal plans. I want to do everything right from here out. I think I can pick up my blood sugar monitor tomorrow and get started.
What’s Next: Doctors, doctors, and more doctors! The second ultrasound is tomorrow (fingers crossed!) and I’m visiting the midwife every two weeks from here out. So, if you’re looking for me, I’m probably at the clinic. Does everyone need this many appointments? Yeesh! I wonder if they can just get me a room and a cot.