We’re really coming down to the wire now, aren’t we? Luckily I feel like we’ve actually made some strides in getting things ready for BIT’s arrival – I’ve got, like, 8 onesies actually washed and ready to go. And the Littlest Brewster is officially out of the crib. And I’ve unearthed our stash of bottles. So really, what else do we need?
Although I know that I am in the final, final bit of pregnancy ((I mean – 6 weeks is still a considerable amount of time, but let’s be honest – it’s the home stretch people)), it still freaks me out when the DreadBrewer refers to me as hugely pregnant. Somehow I don’t qualify women as hugely pregnant or “almost done” until 37 weeks or so.
Random Comments: I’m still getting quite a few idiotic comments from people. Someone said the other day, “Wow, you just keep getting bigger!” to which I replied, “Yep, that’s what happens….” and walked away. ((The person sitting next to him told him that was an inappropriate comment on his part. Ha!))
On the other hand, I’ve had a few people tell me how nice I look. And comments like, “You can’t even tell from the back that you’re pregnant!” and “Wow! Your face hasn’t gotten any fatter at all!” are a little awkward, but I’ll take what I can get if it means I don’t look like the Michelin man.
The Exhaustion: Other pregnancy symptoms aside, I’ve been having a really hard time with this one. I actually had them check my hemoglobin the other day because I was convinced I was anemic and that’s why I’m so tired. ((Because being exhausted because your hemoglobin is low is acceptable. Being exhausted because you’re 34 weeks pregnant makes you a wuss. Not logical, I know.)) However, my hemoglobin is fine. I’m just tired from being pregnant and working full time and running after a toddler and attempting to cram a bunch of crap in before BIT gets here. And when I say tired, I mean tired. Like, stand up to go get some water and have to catch my breath tired. It’s kind of embarrassing when I walk over to ask a doctor something at work and I have to sit down. (Which is better than passing out, but still embarrassing.) I was sort of under the impression that this pregnancy would be as easy as my last one, if not easier, since I was in waaaaay better physical shape to begin with. I was wrong. This gives me a whole new level of respect for my sister, who somehow carried twins to 39 weeks.
Weight Gain: My weight Tuesday morning was 173.6 lbs, which puts total gain at 18.6 lbs. Monday morning my weight was 172.8, so I’m finding it highly unlikely that I actually put on a pound of chub/baby overnight. But I reported 173.6 to my OB on Tuesday anyway, if only to give me a little wiggle room between now and my next appointment. Eating habits are still so-so. I am incapable of saying no to anything that even remotely resembles a carbohydrate, but you know what? I’ve got 6 weeks left of what I am 99.999999999999% certain is my last pregnancy, so pass the bread please. And I just found out that the Caribou Coffee near my office is now a Caribou + Bruegger’s. Huzzah!
Here’s the bump:
I can see how I do look much bigger (in my opinion) at this point in pregnancy than I did at that point, but I don’t know how. I mean, the baby bump is measuring exactly 34 weeks in the first picture. Why is it so much bigger than the 34 cm bump in the second picture? Not that it really matters all that much. As long as I’m measuring on track and not blowing up like the Goodyear Blimp, I’m fine.
My next appointment in 2 weeks is the official switch to weekly appointments. Ah! Craziness, no? How on earth did this pregnancy fly by so quickly!?!?