Ok, so I lost my camera charger which is why these pics are ridiculous. Sure, I’m wearing my jammies, that’s also ridiculous… whatever. Yeah, I really wear this outfit to bed like every single day – and my husband actually finds This attractive. Here I am standing behind my pink counter and pink sink (thank you previous house owners, you guys were super stylish) and I’m 33 weeks 0 days, and 40 inches around. I missed the 32 week 4 day mark for photos, but in reality it’s only a couple day difference anyhow.
Exactly 7 more weeks to go. I’m scared. I know that I shouldn’t be, but I am.
Everything is worse now: pelvis pain is outrageous so I walk funny especially after sitting for a bit, I have to pee every 10 minutes, I’m hungry all the time, the baby is kicking and punching like a madman and sometimes it really does hurt a lot, I’m very immobile – if you ask me to go Christmas shopping with you the answer will truly have to be NO, I can’t even walk the dog. I can do things that require very little movement, obviously all those things suck: opening mail, breaking down cardboard boxes, feeding the dog, shoving cookies in my mouth. Somehow I’m sleeping better, maybe because I’m more exhausted but overall I’m sleeping in a bit more so that’s good. The urge to nest is strong – I did a spice cabinet re-org the other day, just because. If I had remembered to buy containers or whatever to help organize the baby closet stuff at Target the other day, that would likely be done by now too. I feel hideous every day, like my skin has very little color and I really need a haircut or something. Even when I wear makeup, it somehow looks like I’m not wearing any makeup like in a bad way.
Lately, I’ve been craving a lot of fruit. I normally eat a lot of apples and bananas, but right now I’ve been wanting things like grapefruit, pineapple, strawberries, blueberries, kiwis, etc. I’ve been buying big assorted cut fruit containers at the grocery store and pretty much inhaling them, which is a good thing for now. It’s just so refreshing. Maybe my body is sick of drinking water.
As I sit here and type this sitting super uncomfortably in front of the tv, I’m finding more and more that I may be open to having a tv in the bedroom after all. If I had a tv in the bedroom, I could be upstairs watching the Patriots with my dog – instead I’m watching it down here by myself and she is upstairs sleeping in the bed. I know. We do have a hard time controlling ourselves though. First it will be just for watching the news in the morning, and then it will be for weekends, and then suddenly one of us (not me) will be up watching tv at midnight on a Monday night just because he can while I’m trying to sleep. It’s a slippery slope. That thought totally had nothing to do with the baby, it’s just another really random thought!