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.