I was on vacation for Christmas last week and it was absolutely wonderful. I have very little to show for the time off. I did almost nothing, but it was great timing. I’m completely exhausted and being on vacation allowed me to take two naps per day. I had my morning nap at about 10 a.m., followed by my afternoon nap at about 3 p.m. I was also able to sleep late. I feel so much better!
Typically, I wake up at 4:30 to go to the gym, work a full day, and come home to make dinner, clean up, and crash out by 8:30-9 p.m. On my week off, I enjoyed a leisurely pace and took all the time to rest that I needed. It was so nice. I was not happy to go back to work Monday!
The Tater Tot: At my doctor appointment last Friday, she estimated Baby Harry is in the 6-pound range. She thinks he’ll be about 7 pounds when he comes down the chute in a couple weeks. Yep, a couple weeks. In spite of being a bit dilated and feeling like the baby is resting painfully in my crotch, the doctor thinks he’s going to hang in for a while longer.
Of course, I can’t complain about a healthy 7-pounder. Ben came into the world close to 11 pounds and that had me in a panic. I don’t want to pass an 11-pound anything! Seven pounds is nice and average. Women survive that all the time. I can do that.
Fun Fact: Baby Harry’s head right now is as big around as his waist and shoulders. He’s all head! He’s also running out of space and moving around a bit less. His kicks are less powerful and he seems to stay curled in one area most of the time. He’s lounging on my right side, head down at my pubic bone with his butt resting underneath my right ribs. My belly is lopsided from the weight and I can see him moving almost exclusively on that side now. He must not like the left much. I hope that doesn’t mean he’ll come out a Republican. Agh!
My Weight: So far, I’ve only gained 7 pounds. I feel pretty proud of that, even if I do spend an inordinate amount of time daydreaming about Taco Bell, Dairy Queen, and french fries. I really can’t wait to be a mostly independent eater again. Of course, I have to be careful with breast feeding, but this gestational diabetes business is horrible. I miss fruit and snacks, and all things deliciously carby. Low carb eating is not for me. And, frankly, it doesn’t seem healthy. I’d feel much better about the baby’s health if I were pounding down veggies and fruits instead of meat and cheese. But, such is the situation we find ourselves in. My sugars are good and I’ve avoided insulin shots so far. Just a couple more weeks.
What’s Next: Planning for maternity leave and trying not to panic. I’ll be taking six weeks off. For now, I’m re-reading all my materials from birthing class and trying to remember what we need to do. I’m practicing my breathing and prepping for the big day. It could be any day now and I don’t want to be studying the packet in the car on the way to hospital. There’s so much to remember! This feels like the driving test all over again…and I failed that the first time. Agh!