aka… 7 months in and chugging along
Let’s all just say a collective, “Wow, Rebecca, you really suck at pregnancy updates”.
I know.
But, hey… better late than never, right?
So, today, I’m 28 weeks in… which means 12 +/- to go… heck yeah!
At my last doctors appointment I actually had to ask what week I was because I’d totally forgotten. Turns out, I’m in my 3rd trimester… which I felt like I was somewhere near there {but only because I happened to notice that my appointments were starting to get closer and closer together}. This pregnancy has absolutely flown by. I’m pretty sure Zoe can take 100% of the credit for that one. My doctor warned me that the next one is going to be even faster. Um?
Next one????
I don’t know if I’ve ever prayed to change God’s mind before… I take that back, I’m sure when I was 20 I prayed that I would marry Rob, even if it wasn’t God’s plan. I digress. Anyways, I find myself negotiating with God on a regular basis about how the rest of our family will come together. But, that’s neither here nor there… and has nothing to do with how this pregnancy is going. So, where shall we begin?
Slade is growing right on track… couldn’t be better. As my doctor put it, he’s cruising right along. ‘Atta boy Slade! According to baby websites, he’s probably weighing in around 2 1/4 lbs. Can you believe how tiny that is?!?!?! He’s moving and shaking things up in there more and more everyday. I still feel him the most in the morning before I get out of bed, and at night when we’re laying down to go to sleep. Very rarely will he move if I’m talking or if I’m active. I actually mentioned to Brad the other day that I think he might be somewhat of an introvert because of how rarely he moves when I’m in the middle of a conversation… it’s like he’s just content to listen. Zoe? She made her presence known from an early age… =)
Surprisingly, not bad! I’ve enjoyed my first puke free streak in either pregnancy {it lasted for a full two weeks… hooray!} And then once that ended, I’ve just had minimal nausea, brief moments when I thought I was going to have to make a run for the bathroom, and only puked a few times. Not bad, really. I’ve been able to work out a couple times, and even made it through BodyJam 3 times! Which is just straight up awesome. Aside from that, Slade seems to really like leaning up against my organs… which isn’t cool at all, and I’ve said to Brad on more than one occasion, “I just feel really pregnant tonight”. I haven’t had to sleep with pillows yet, and {so far} I haven’t had too many leg cramps.
That depends on which scale I’m standing on. At the hospital, I’m still down the 8lbs from the beginning of May. If I weigh myself at the gym, I’m at a total of 0 in either direction.
None. Still pretty much have more of a distaste for food than a love of it during pregnancy. However, in the past few weeks, I’ve noticed that I can eat more of a variety of food instead of everything sounding awful. So, that’s nice. Still can’t eat a lot at any one time, and still have to eat protein throughout the day. I definitely notice when I don’t eat the right proportions of protein/carbs.
I’m starting to have crazy weird dreams again. I had weird dreams in my first trimester, then it kinda died down my second and now they’re back full force. Mercifully, nothing violent… just crazy weird. I definitely feel more at home in my pregnant body than I did last round. I don’t know if that makes sense, but I’m not freaking out about crazy stretch marks or my boobs becoming the size of freaking cantaloupes like I did last time. Yesterday I tried to take a yoga class, and by “try” I mean I suffered through one hour of contorting my body in what I used to consider pretty normal moves, all the while trying to breathe in a class that’s all about breath. On top of the slight matter of not being able to breathe, my muscles were tight in 10,000 different ways. Muscles I didn’t even know I had suddenly felt like tight rubber-bands refusing to move in the direction that I told them to. It was fun.
Happy Thursday Ya’ll!
