How Far Along: 33 weeks.
Total Weight Gain: Ironically, I forgot to weigh myself last Monday and then got on the scale on Tuesday to find I had gained 5 pounds in one week. I spent Tuesday sulking about my fat ass and a 5 pound weight gain. How is it even possible for a human being to gain five pounds in one week? Wednesday I got on the scale and had lost 3 of those pounds. This week I am up 4 pounds from 2 weeks ago, but really that's only 3 pounds from 3 weeks ago, so if my weight hadn't been fluctuating all over creation the last few weeks, I'd have gained a pound a week. Confused yet? I have gained 32 pounds total. I guess there is hope I will keep it under 40 by the time I deliver. However, the closer I get to the realization that pregnancy eating doesn't last forever, the more I resolve to indulge myself in sugary treats every chance I get. The upcoming holiday season doesn't bode well either. Oh well.
Sleep: Last Thursday I spent 10-10:45 laying in bed crying my eyes out for no apparent reason. By 11pm when Jake came to bed I had finally calmed down but of course his coming into the room woke me up. Around 11:30 I was still wide awake and he was snoring. I tried my gentle nudging for a few minutes until he woke up and said "JESSICA, I am not snoring, I'm not even asleep!" After an hour and a half of unsuccessful sleep, I was not a happy camper. I groaned and grabbed my pillows and stormed out of the room as he said "if someone's going to go downstairs it should be me." Well Jake, you're damn right about that! Did he follow me downstairs? No. After some serious sobbing I came back to the room to grab a book and found that Callie had taken my place in the bed. That completely knocked me over the edge. Jake woke up again and said "JESS!" but of course I stormed back out of the room. He did not follow. Around 2am I finally came back upstairs and snuggled Callie-bear for about 20 minutes and she calmed me down. I woke up furious with Jake (duh). We obviously worked it out on Thursday after work and I love him just as much as I did when I went to bed on Wednesday night. However, I think he is fully aware that from now on if I'm nudging him in the middle of the night, he is to keep his mouth shut and roll over. MEN, ugh!
Sam's Things:
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| Our adorable and super comfy glider and ottoman. I decided to get the ottoman because I figured I'd rather have it and not use it than not have it and miss it! |
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| The cutest coming home outfit I've ever seen. I'ts from Magaby's shop on Etsy. I can't wait to put her in this and bring her home! |
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| Yes, those are tu-tus with matching bows. Thanks to one of our softball players and her Momma for making these from scratch! *sighs from adorableness* |
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| Tunic and JEGGINGS from Aunt WM and Uncle KM. Love! |
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| The sweetest, most precious curtains I have ever seen. |
Movement: Miss Samantha likes to have a party in my belly from about 9pm-11pm every night. It's really special. I really hope she continues to do that for the rest of my pregnancy. SIKE. Over the weekend was the first time we actually saw my belly moving from the outside. I cannot handle it. I think it is so weird. Just as I predicted, the feeling of her moving around in there, while comforting, is just way too creepy for me. But hey, for health reasons at least she's active. And the other plus side is that most of my family members have now felt her move from the outside. My sister was completely creeped out by the rolling body part across my belly too. At least I'm not the only one.
Food Cravings: Saturday morning I went to the grocery store to buy Hostess powdered donettes (do not get me started on this topic). While I was there I bought the donettes, a roll of cookie dough, biscuits, and 2 half gallons of ice cream. Can you say sugar overload? God, I am disgusting.
Symptoms: I am obviously still an emotional nightmare per my Wednesday night sleep story. My back seriously hurts so bad all day that there is not a single position I can sit in for more than about 10 minutes without feeling pain. I am so sick of it. My boots are getting a little tighter, and my rings are getting harder to take off in the morning, so I guess I'm starting to swell. Gross.
What I Miss: What has changed? Nothing. I have nothing nice to say so I guess I shouldn't say anything at all? Being pregnant sucks. End. Of. Story.
What I am Looking Forward to: Thanksgiving dinner and a 4-day weekend. What is duh for $1000?
Exercise: Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Does painting and organizing your basement count as exercise? My arms are officially Jell-O. Next year is going to be reallll fun getting back into shape.
Noteworthy Items:
*And now for the not so stellar news we got today after I wrote the majority of this blog post*
We got one more sneak peak at Sam today before we get to meet her in person and unfortunately it wasn't exactly the news either of us had hoped for. You know when you are pregnant, no news is good news. You just want to walk in, have the doc say "everything looks great kids" and then walk out and go about your miserable pregnancy.
From the ultrasound we had today, it looks like Sam isn't exactly growing as well as the doc would hope. Her head is measuring normal sized (thanks, Grandpa Milt for the big brains and big head to go with them), but her other measurements aren't quite up to par with where they should be. Doc says that my placenta (which was low before and is still low but isn't in the way) just isn't quite functioning the way it should be. It's starting to calcify, which is what it's supposed to do, but not at 33 weeks. I'm also low on amniotic fluid, which accounts for my seemingly small-ish belly for this point in my pregnancy. At this point in the story I would like to point out that this means that my 32 pound weight gain can now all be attributed to my ass, thighs, and jugs. Also, Little Miss Priss is actually sitting on my bladder. She's breach, and with the small amount of fluid she has to work with, the chances of her flipping herself around before the time of delivery aren't very high. Doc has prescribed bio-physical ultrasounds once a week for the rest of my pregnancy to check on her overall well-being inside the womb. If she's not progressing the way they would like her to, then at that point they will assume she would grow better outside of the womb and probably take her out early. And by take her out, I mean that Doc says that I should expect to deliver her 2-3 weeks early via C-section.
The irony of this whole situation is that I've been saying all along it would be great if she would come on December 31st so we could get a nice tax deduction. But when I was saying that, I wanted it to be on Sam's terms, not because she's not growing well enough. Also, I've always kind of thought that a C-section wouldn't be the most horrible thing ever - hello two extra weeks of disability pay, no chance of tearing my lady parts to shreds, and a lot less pain during labor. But as soon as the vast possibility of a natural birth seemingly flies out the window and becomes a chance that's slim to none, it's like I don't want her to come any other way. Funny how life works that way.
While this is by no means the worst news I've ever heard, it's not exactly the best news I've ever heard either. The good news is that Doc said he doesn't think anything is wrong with her and that she'll probably be just fine. Her aforementioned party in my belly is also a good sign that she is healthy and kicking around in there like she should be. But Jake and I are pretty bummed today just knowing that our little babe isn't as healthy as she possibly could be. So keep the little monkey in your prayers if you have any extra to spare :)
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