When I was talking about what a major milestone 25 weeks was for me FIVE WHOLE WEEKS AGO, this adorable mama-to-be said, “25 weeks is a good milestone. 30 is even better!”
That statement couldn’t have been more true, let me tell you!
Even though I’m up 30 pounds from February (I wonder why?), starting to get a little uncomfortable with this growing belly, and apparently “containing water” (per the moronic janitor in my office complex that I will seriously punch in the face next time), there’s such a comfort in knowing that I’ll be meeting my daughter within the next ten weeks. I’m starting the big countdown now, and can worry about shedding those pounds then, right? Right.
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.