Week 32

Thirty-two weeks and already handsome! I think he looks like Ben…if Ben had his faced mushed into a mason jar.

Just a quick update today since Week 33 starts tomorrow and it’s Thanksgiving! I don’t know how I got so far behind on everything.

The Tater Tot: Baby is about 4 pounds and 19 inches long. He’s a kicking coconut of adorableness.

Fun Fact: He has fingernails, but toenails are still a few weeks away. And, if he came barreling out of the hatch now, he’d have a great chance of surviving on his own. It’s cake and pie from here out.

The Placenta: We see the doctor today, but the report from the radiologist last week was good. The placenta has cleared the exit door and we no longer have placenta previa (the official medical name for having a placenta dangerously close or covering the cervix). It’s a huge relief since I’m hoping to avoid a C-section. I’m so scared of being cut in half. Of course, the alternative isn’t much more appealing. I could feasibly rip in half the other direction. Ah, crap, it’s all bad.

The Panic: I feel like we’re very behind on everything right now. I can’t believe we only have a few weeks left. It’s all going by too quickly. I need more time! I still need to work on the nursery, buy everything, pack a hospital bag, study the materials from birthing class (since I forgot everything I’m supposed to do), and not have a total meltdown. I’m super scared! Harry could come at any time and I’m not even a little bit ready. Agh!

Week 31

Thirty-one weeks! Our eighth month officially starts Thursday. Agh!

I may look chipper, but there’s a reason pregnant ladies complain a lot when they get this far along. The third trimester ain’t for sissies. It’s been a rough week!

The Tater Tot: Baby is more than three pounds and 18 inches long. He’s a giant butternut squash. He’s packing quite a wallop these days and I’m starting to doubt every episode I’ve ever seen of “I Didn’t Know I was Pregnant.” There’s no way you can’t know there’s a butternut squash taking over your body. No way!

Fun Fact: At this age, babies are doing some pretty cute things in there. Baby Harry is pedaling his arms and feet, and probably sucking his thumb. Some babies suck their thumbs so much, they’re born with callouses!

The Cute: My parents sent me an adorable shirt that says “Baby Duck” on my belly. It gets so much attention! This is Husky country, so Duck anything is usually met with wayward glances. My Duck hat has sparked plenty of comments, like “You’re brave to wear that here!” But, the Baby Duck shirt is met with so many smiles. An old guy even stopped me in Fred Meyer to chitchat. It was very sweet. People love the Baby Duck!

I love this picture of Dougal snuggling my belly.

I love this picture of Dougal snuggling my belly.

The Tired: I’m not sleeping these days. My hips ache constantly and I wake up between 1:30 and 2 every morning in a sweaty, frustrated rage. In addition to horrible hip pain, Baby Harry moves around so much, it feels impossible to get any sleep. I should use that time to work on the mobile for the nursery, but instead I just lie awake and worry about how close our due date is getting. I’m so scared!

The Hungry: I’m the hungriest person alive. If I’m not fretting about going into labor and all the stuff I need to get done between now and then, I’m obsessing about food. Gestational diabetes is the worst. But, my sugar has come down and, with the exception of two slipups last week (including one incident of primal hunger that drove me face-first into a Milky Way and a snack bag of Cheetos), my sugar has been below target every day. That’s incredibly good news, even if I might be starving to death. So. Stinking. Hungry. But, I’m not on insulin!

The Cranky: A butternut squash is hosting Civil War reenactments in my midsection around the clock, and I’m all out of patience. Thankfully, I’m not yet out of snacks. That’s when things get really ugly.

What’s Next: Ultrasound on Thursday and a doctor’s appointment early next week. And, it’s almost shower time!

Week 30

My coat still zips, but it’s not happy about it. Thirty weeks at Snoqualmie Falls.

Ben and I spent an afternoon at Snoqualmie Falls last week for his birthday. It was a great little getaway. We hadn’t been there since before we moved to Oregon, and so much work had been done. The visitor area is really nice and they’ve improved the trails and viewpoints. Of course, I couldn’t do the trail down to the base of the falls (too steep and slippery), but it will still be there after Harry comes and I’m no longer waddling as much.

It was so nice to take a day off and do something fun together. With conflicting work schedules, we don’t get to do that very often. I know my husband is the cutest, but it’s nice to be reminded of it.

The Tater Tot: Baby is about the size of a 3-pound cabbage and should be gaining about a half-pound every week from here out. He’ll kick less as his available space diminishes. Right now, though, he’s still pounding away in there.

Fun Fact: Up until now, baby’s brain was perfectly smooth. Now, he’s developing those cauliflower-like grooves and ridges that will help him be extra smart when he’s born. His bone marrow has also started working, so he can now churn out his own red blood cells. He’s getting so independent!

Awkward: I’ve been joking that I spend all my time at the doctor. However, the bathroom is now taking over as the place you’ll most likely find me. I have to pee constantly. I waddle my way to the bathroom several times an hour on most days and at least three times throughout the night. I need to wear my pedometer more. I’m sure I’m logging major waddle miles.

The Belly: I’m running out of synonyms for “enormous.” The belly is surely growing every week, even as the rest of me seems to shrink around it. I’m on such a strict diet now that I’ve lost seven pounds. My net weight gain is just five pounds so far. I think that’s good. My doctor has been harping on my weight so much, reminding me that I started out overweight, so I can’t gain much. I get it and I’m being careful. But, good lord, I’d sure love a burger, fries, and a pumpkin pie shake!

The Grumble: The nutritionist was a super-nice, positive lady, and I liked her very much. But, she said I had lowered my carbs too much and wasn’t eating enough food. So she bumped me up on carbs and calories. Good news, right? Well, my sugar numbers aren’t so good now. I’m coming in high at almost every test and I’m worried. I may need insulin. INSULIN! As in, shots. In my stomach. Every day. No way, Jose Uribe! I’m trying to stay on track and not worry (or dive head-first into a bag of Cheetos), but I do not want to give myself shots for the next two months.

What’s Next: We have another ultrasound next week to check the placenta and see if Harry’s home improvement projects have resulted in a cleared exit door. Fingers and toes are crossed!

Week 29

Almost done! We’re at 29 weeks and counting!

Sometimes when you listen too intently to stories about strangers’ colonoscopies, bad stuff happens. Like all your hair gets chopped off before you realize it.

This happened to me a week ago. I was sitting in the stylist’s chair, listening intently to details about her two colonoscopies (two!) when I suddenly realized I had no hair left. I don’t know where or how it went, but I suspect it happened around the time she described having her colon blown up with air.

At any rate, I have almost no hair left, but I know a lot more about colonoscopies. It’s probably a wash.

The Tater Tot: Baby is about 17 inches long from head to toe and weighs about 3 pounds. He’s grown an inch and gained a half-pound since last week.

Fun Fact: Over the next 11 weeks, Baby Harry will more than double his weight. It’s no wonder my belly is feeling stretched, gigantic, and uncomfortable!

Awkward: How the heck am I getting stretch marks on my thighs? I expected to get them on my belly. That’s bad enough. But, how are my thighs getting in on this, too? It’s totally unfair to punish a perfectly innocent body part that has nothing to do with the baby. I’m calling foul on this new development.

The Belly: Take a look for yourself. It’s big, big, big! Bending over is suddenly my least favorite activity. This is my new process for evaluating whether or not to bend over.

Scenario: I just dropped something.

Question 1: Can I pick it up with my feet?

Question 2: Will a dog eat it before I get down there?

Question 3: Can I leave it there until Ben gets home?

Question 4: Can I sit on the couch, roll off onto the floor, and crawl over on all fours to pick it up?

Question 5: Can I get back up if I do that?

It’s a grueling process. I need a nap.

Movement: Baby Harry is kicking and punching almost around the clock now. I’m starting to wonder if he ever sleeps. It’s getting uncomfortable as he’s gaining size. Sometimes, he really clobbers me and I wince and groan in pain. I can now see his kicks from the outside, which is very weird.

The worst movements are when he does a full-body shift from one side to the other. This puts me off-balance and I feel like I might throw up. It’s very similar to being in a really strong roller coaster. There’s a powerful woosh and my whole abdomen shifts from one side to the other. It takes my breath away and gives me a major case of the heebie jeebies. (I suppose that’s probably a metaphor for parenting.)

Baby Harry kicked Ben in the back the other night and I admit it gave me some measure of satisfaction. At least I’m not the only one getting pummeled these days.

The Diabetes: I meet with the nutritionist Friday. I’ve been keeping my food journal and logging my sugar counts four times a day. It’s tedious, but temporary (I hope). This experience is really making me aware of how badly I want to avoid diabetes in my future. I need to do whatever it takes now to ensure I don’t have to do this forever later. Diabetes is a mega pain in the ass.

What’s Next: A vacation day with my husband! Ben’s birthday is Thursday and we’re planning an adventure of some kind. We need to get out and have some fun.

Week 28

Baby Harry is awfully photogenic. Here he is at 28 weeks.

I’m officially at 29 weeks, but I forgot to post this last week. Been a busy few weeks, I guess. I’ll post my 29-week update tomorrow. Be ready for some major belly! I was shocked at this week’s picture…and I’m in it!

The Tater Tot: Baby is about 16 inches long from head to toe and weighs about 2.5 pounds. He’s grown an inch and gained a pound since last week.

Fun Fact: Doctors think babies start dreaming right about now, though I’m not sure what Baby Harry might dream about. All he’s seen is the inside of a uterus, so his frame of reference isn’t exactly rich. I hope he was able to experience riding the ferry with Bill Murray last week with me. That dream was a classic.

Awkward: I’ve never been a public pooper. I will hold it, often at the risk of my underpants, to avoid going in public. These days, however, I have no shame. When I gotta go, I gotta go and there are no negotiations. My stomach is so touchy and it gives me almost no warning. There’s nothing I can do, so I don’t apologize for it. Who can be irritated at a pregnant lady? We’re adorable! We’re like turtles. Slow moving, flatulent, bloated turtles.

The Belly: Ug, how much bigger is this thing gonna get? Ay carumba! I avoid mirrors now. I can’t handle the truth.

Workouts: The belly is definitely starting to hinder my options in the gym. My weight workouts are limited to what doesn’t require me to bend over, lay on my back, or twist. Sit on the exercise ball and bounce while flipping through a Good Housekeeping magazine from 2010? I’m not saying it didn’t happen. At least I still have the elliptical.

The Placenta: The official word from the doctor on my placenta is that it’s “borderline.” Now I know why Madonna felt like she was going to lose her mind. I just keep on pushing my placenta over the borderline! Okay, bad song reference, but the second ultrasound showed the placenta moved a bit, but it’s still too close to call. I have to go back in four weeks to recheck. If the placenta hasn’t moved up a bit more (away from the exit door), I’ll probably need a C-section. The odds are fairly high for that anyway since I have diabetes now, which brings me to my next point.

The Diabetes: As I mentioned last week, I have gestational diabetes. I’ve been trying to manage it myself, but it’s been challenging. I’m starting to think blood sugar is a totally random, wackadoo thing that cannot be managed at all. My blood sugar has been swinging wildly and what I eat seems to have almost no impact on it at all. And, I’ve lost five pounds already! That can’t be good. I’m eager to meet with the doctor and nutritionist to figure out what I’m doing wrong. Clearly, something is wonky in this whole thing. It doesn’t follow reason or good sense.

What’s Next: If anyone needs me, I’m probably at the doctor. It’s my second home now. Just living at the hospital part-time.