Size of Peanut: We went to the doctor on Monday and had an ultrasound just to check on Macy's size and fluid levels. She is measuring a little bit small, but actually close to 50th percentile in weight - about 5 pounds! Her head is a little bit small, but still within normal range. This is all good news for my chances of a VBAC, which is really good at this point. So yay!
Total Weight Gain: I have only gained 2 pounds in the last 3 weeks, so I'm not really sure exactly what my total weight gain is at this point. If I use my arbitrary approximate weight from my old scale at my old house, I've gained about 28 pounds. I've been a little concerned at my lack of weight gain, but knowing now that Macy is a decent size pretty much just confirms that I haven't been gaining weight because all of the muscles I had worked so hard to maintain have completely turned to mush at this point. I probably couldn't do a push up if my life depended on it, and I get winded walking up the stairs. It's going to be a long road back to any sort of physical fitness. Oh well!
Maternity Clothes: I am officially working from home until I deliver, per doctor's orders, so I shouldn't really need to worry about any clothes getting too small from here on out. I will be lounging around in leggings, Jake's sweats, and oversize sweaters and super stretchy tops. My boobs are officially busting out of my already laughably huge bras, and that's only going to get worse. Cheers to looking like a slob for a solid 3 or 4 months! #mommyproblems
Exercise: Jake is training for the Flying Pig half marathon. For the first time in as long as I can remember (probably ever), he is the one telling me about his runs and workouts while I sit on my arse and listen to him go on about it. It's role reversal at its finest. He looks great, is doing great, and I am super proud of him. This little lifestyle change of his will be great motivation for me to get moving again once I'm no longer restricted to the bed and the couch.
Sleep: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Nope.
Best Moment(s) this week: I've just been trying to soak up as much one on one time with my Sammy girl as I can before her world is rocked by the presence of a new baby. Three is such a challenging age (hello tantrums and attitude), but it's also really fun. When she uses her manners, tells me she loves me, gives Macy a kiss on my belly, tells me big stories (her stores usually make no sense, but her facial expressions make listening and watching all worthwhile), and runs to me after a long day, my heart just melts into a giant puddle. Although I'm sure I will fall in love all over again with Macy, like most second time parents, I'm currently finding it hard to believe I could ever love anyone else as much as I love Sam.
Movement: This baby is so low in my pelvic area I swear she is like trying to crawl her way out. Every night this past week she has been going absolutely nuts while I'm trying to fall asleep. She is head down and her hands are right up by her face, where she continually plays punching bag on what feels like my bladder. Her movements have pretty much become rolling movements. We can see what we think is her butt rolling across the front of my belly, and she constantly kicks me in the bottom part of the right side of my rib cage - this does not feel good AT ALL and I feel like I am constantly taking my hand and shoving her feet back into what feels like a normal place inside my uterus. Jake is officially freaked out by being able to feel real life body parts. I was convinced I had low amniotic fluid again (I don't, but I did with Sam) because some of her movements are kind of painful and uncomfortable. My non-medical mind thought maybe it was because there wasn't enough fluid providing cushion against her butt and foot blows to my uterus. I still have a love/hate relationship with her squirming around. It's undeniably cool, but also really flipping weird. Also - she's not even born and I'm already yelling at her to GO TO SLEEP while I'm trying to fall asleep myself at 11pm every night. #KIDS
Food Cravings: Is it true that the wives' tale says you're supposed to crave sugar with girls? If so, I have 100% confirmed this to be true. If not, I have 100% disproved that old wives' tale. If it were up to me, I'd eat cinnamon rolls/pancakes/french toast for breakfast, macaroni and cheese or pizza for lunch, 100 cookies as a snack, whatever is available for dinner (preferably wings and french fries), followed by 18 pieces of that homemade chocolate cake. Maybe a glass of chocolate milk to wash it down.
Symptoms: Contractions have picked up a little bit over the last few days. Every time I stand up I feel like my uterus and baby are just going to fall right out - there is so much low pressure. Part of the reason sleep is so laughable at this juncture is because I wake up approximately 4 times every night to pee. My mom says this is just what I have to look forward to when I get old, but I'm not old, so I'd appreciate a once a night pit stop again. I look forward to my breastfeeding days where I only use the bathroom about 3 times a day.
What I Miss: I can't wait to have a 32oz glass of wine when I get home from the hospital. This is not a joke.
What I am Looking Forward to: See above.
Sam Tidbits:
-There is no denying Sam is mine and Jake's kid. Not only is she the LOUDEST human being on the planet, but she farts like a grown man. One night this week we were watching a movie and she let the longest toooooooooooooot I have ever heard come out of a small child. It was a solid 10 seconds long. Jake and I absolutely could not hold it together to save our lives. So in turn, Sam started cracking up. Then she ran over to Jake and started putting her little hiney in his face and saying "smell it Daddy!" We are basically the classiest parents on the planet. What was that I said about manners before?
-She also told me this week that her poo looked like a big hot dog. Seriously, I cant with her.
-She went to see the Wizard of Oz musical at the middle school a few weeks ago. She begged me for days to watch the movie, so I went ahead and ordered it from Amazon. We have watched it no less than 25 times in the last 13 days, and she basically knows every word. She dances around to all of the songs. I was even scolded the other day for calling her Sam instead of Dorothy. My mom even found my old Dorothy costume and she's been rocking it around the house with her Doc McStuffins dog she has affectionately named Toto and her Elsa light up shoes that make a great substitute for ruby slippers. That face...
One more thing...I am convinced there is nothing more humbling than having people tell you they are praying for you and thinking about you. I have felt so grateful for all of the kind words and prayers that have been sent our way over the last two weeks. So if you spent any of your precious prayer time or quiet time praying for or thinking of me, or Macy, or Jake or Sam, thank you. We feel so humbled and grateful. Love wins, and God is good.
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