I took this video at 7:30 this morning outside our apartment. I don’t know if you can tell from my ramblings, but toward the end our neighbors slammed their windows shut because I was talking too loud. I totally freaked out from embarrassment, told Justin to turn off the camera and swiftly ran away to hide.
Anyway, that’s my belly at 34 weeks and we are getting really excited now. Our apartment is overflowing with all sorts of little pink, girlie things and this weekend’s project is to get the nursery underway (FINALLY).
I have to say though, one of the best parts about being this far along is being able to say that I’m due next month! Wheee!
I know… how dare I wait 4 extra days to post a belly picture?
Belly size = booty size... neaaaaat.
So, umm… apparently I grew a little bit in the last week. At least it feels like it! Baby girl is a little over 4lbs, which blows my mind because, well, according to the scale she should be weighing somewhere around 35 pounds at this point. I know, it’s a total mystery to me too.
I did manage to do something productive this weekend and started cleaning out the spare room/office/monstrous mass of junk to make way for all the baby goodness I’m starting to receive. My parents bought us a crib and it is just too stinkin’ cute — the picture on the box is, anyway. Oh sorry, did I say productive? I meant between painting my nails, eating a full box of Gobstoppers and watching about 10 episodes of Prison Break yesterday, I managed to unpack a box of candles and picture frames from when we moved. Six months ago.
Yes, I was totally the girl who saved her 15 page term papers for the night before they were due. I have a feeling when I go into labor, I’ll be like, “Hey Justin, can you help me decorate this room really fast? I’m just going to finish washing all these clothes, packing the hospital bag and writing up my birth plan. Meet you in the car in half an hour.”
In my defense, those last-minute term papers turned out to be some of my best work. Masterpieces, in fact. I do extremely well under pressure, just saying. :)
The ever-classy, semi-depressed looking, work bathroom belly shot!
I know you missed it!
Anyway, today marks my 29th week of pregnancy (yes, still sticking to Wednesdays to switch over, no matter how Doc said I was measuring last week). There are some definite changes going on over here in baby-growing land, let me tell you.
All those things they say about going pee every 15 minutes is freakishly true and annoying. Oh yeah, fatigue? Cankles? Sciatica? I have been cursed with them all. Not to mention the new symptom that hit me like a ton of bricks yesterday, which I like to call Fear of Hideous Child with Massive Forehead and Eyes of Death that Peer to the Depths of my Soul. Now that I think about it, I always did have this thing where I worried about having an ugly baby… call me a horrible person, but deep down inside you have that fear too. Don’t deny it! For some reason I was able to forget about it during the past several months, but after seeing mine and Justin’s possible offspring in a computer generated mash-up of our faces, I will continue to be absolutely terrified of my own child until she arrives and proves to me that she doesn’t want to murder me in my sleep.
Another thing… the whole “I will wear 4 inch heels until the day I give birth” thing was quite the happy & naive thought. Oh Morgan, you are so silly.
I have always been peeved when people say they can’t wear heels because they hurt their feet. Call the WAAAAmbulance. They hurt us all… and that’s precisely how you know they’re fabulous. (Unless, of course you have a medical condition that prohibits you from wearing them. In which case, don’t be angry with me… I’m referring to people who don’t have a good reason. Unless you really do have another good reason… in which case, ignore me altogether.)
Well, last night I took a little tumble to the cement when my super high, yet super amazing wedges hit the edge of the sidewalk and knocked me off balance. After freaking out for a good hour and finally realizing that I wasn’t going into premature labor, I tucked those dangerous little things safely in the back of my closet and vowed not to wear them again until it’s wiser for me to do so. Which, in all honesty, will probably be tomorrow because I already have my outfit picked out that will match them perfectly because I am just so smart and practical like that.
Seriously, what’s up with this? As soon as I said, “Man, these past few weeks have flown by!”, time suddenly stood still. OH YEAHHHH, now I remember why…
On Tuesday, my doctor so lovingly crushed my dreams and told me I was measuring at 27 weeks and 4 days, which is a full 3 days behind where I thought I was. Pshh, I say. I’m going to continue moving up to the next week on Wednesdays, like I have been all along.
I am just glad I can finally say I’m 7 months pregnant. This little girl is making an appearance sometime around Thanksgiving… I just hope she times it out right so that I can still eat all the yummy food. Hey, don’t judge. I wait all year for this! :)
There is not much to report, other than the fact that this girl is an absolute wiggle worm. I never get tired of watching my belly jump though… and it’s sort of becoming an issue. The other day she kicked me hard while I was sitting at the front desk at work, so I lifted up my shirt to see if I could catch her in the act (I know, super classy), and the mailman walked in. AWKWARD.
A 25 year old mother to the strongest-willed toddler in the universe. Wife to the handsomest geek. Reader of teenage romance novels. Lover of all things Anthropologie. Just gave birth to baby #2 and happy to tell you all about my nutso new life as a stay at home mom.
