Baby #2 – Thirty Two Weeks

Mother of mercy, I am 8 months pregnant.

(It’s 9:15am and I already took that belt off and threw it under my desk in a fit of rage. A woman needs to breathe!)

Last week I was able to have a follow-up growth ultrasound to make sure the baby was still on track. I honestly wasn’t worried about anything after having the first ultrasound done because of how all his measurements came back just fine, but I was pretty excited to just be able to see him on the screen again. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: pregnant women love ultrasounds. I mean, you feel this kid moving around and punching your organs for months and months, think about them constantly, and you can’t help but wonder what they actually look like up in there.

Well, I’m thrilled to report that my son seems cute. I know I’ve talked about my fear of having an ugly baby before, so this is some seriously fantastic news for me.  Also, his feet are freaking huge…

For some reason, at every ultrasound I’ve had so far the technician absolutely INSISTS on printing out a picture of his — how do you say? — balls. I don’t ask for them to do this, but they take it upon themselves to go on a little Easter egg hunt and they just seem to get really excited when they can get a good shot of them. Hmm, nothanks. I have like 5 photos of those and it’s just getting weird.

Anywayyyyy. Have a good day. :)

32 1/2 Weeks

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. :)

Frequently Asked Questions

When you’re pregnant, you get asked questions.

Lots of questions.

Are you registered?

Oh, Registry Question, how I despise you.  Those who are close to me know that I have a major issue with registries.  There’s something in me that just feels like it’s a glorified way of begging, and that by having a huge list of items you specifically want, you’re pretty much telling people how to spend their money on you.  I don’t know… I just don’t like them.

However, I did crumble and register for a few necessities, but am only offering that information when people ask me. If you really want to know what to buy, that’s cool, but I promise I’ll be completely thrilled with anything!

You can call me crazy, that’s alright. :)

Do you have any stretch marks?

Remember this little incident?  The one where I totally freaked out over my first stretch mark?  Well thankfully, it’s still my only one!  It’s light, on my left hip, and barely noticeable, which may very well be due to the fact that I can’t see anything below my belly, but still…  Out of sight, out of mind. (Denial? Maybe.)

What is your due date?

November 27 — Thanksgiving Day.  This question never fails to bring on the guilt of my secret wish for Maddie to arrive either a few days early or a few days late… all because of my ridiculous and obsessive love of Thanksgiving dinner.  Who AM I?

When are you taking your maternity leave?

The plan is to work as long as possible and take my leave as close to my due date as I can.  I would much rather spend those 6 weeks cuddling with my new baby girl than on bed rest beforehand, but whatever happens, happens.

Are you planning to breastfeed?

Ah, another one of life’s TERRIFYING questions.  See, I was pumped (sorry, couldn’t resist) about breastfeeding after hearing of those awesome weight-loss benefits.  Losing 60 pounds in 3 months?  Sign a sista up.  But at that first mention of  ‘cracked, bloody nips’, I about passed out.  How do you women DO that!?  The pain, the horror!

After briefly mentioning my fear of breastfeeding, I was met some with awesome feedback (see the comments section of my 31 Weeks post).  Thank you all so much for your encouragement and advice! I’m thinking it’s a little more doable after seeing how many of you have tried and succeeded.  You know, despite the whole possibility of your nipples falling off.  That’s bravery, right there.

What are you craving?

I have some freakish cravings.  In all honesty, I think I might have Pica, which is apparently an iron-deficiency of some sort.  Who in their right mind craves the smell of a car’s air conditioner?  Or Sharpies?  Or would just kill to get her hands on a huge cup of ice to chew on?  That whole ice thing is especially crazy to me because before I was pregnant, I would get the chills and a stomach ache whenever anyone within earshot would chew on cold things like ice or popsicles.  Weiiiiird.

Those are some of the psychotic, non-edible cravings.  Food cravings consist of lemons, green apples, cheese, and sour candy.

How are you feeling?

In general, I’m feeling pretty good.  I’m not too huge or bulky, which is nice.  When people ask me how far along I am and I say “about 8 months”, they’re usually pretty shocked at how small my belly is.

On the other hand, there’s the whole weight gain thing.  And the sciatic nerve thing.  And the baby-kicking-the-snot-out-of-my-left-lung thing.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m very thankful for having a healthy and uncomplicated pregnancy, but it’s still really hard not to complain about some of the symptoms!  Everything I’ve experienced up to this point is perfectly normal and common in pregnancy, so that’s a relief.

One thing that’s been really getting to me lately is just pure excitement.  I can’t wait to meet this girl! Who is she going to look like?  Will she be blessed with her mother’s witty, fabulous personality and amazing taste in shoes? Is she going to be a 6’4″ genius/computer geek like her dad?

Not knowing any of this?  Yeah, it’s driving me completely nuts.