Wednesday, December 4, 2013
How far along? 37 weeks!!! It took everything I had not to be double fist pumping in this photo. Baby J can be born safely anytime now!
Total weight gain: I think I'm at 35 now? I don't know, I'd have to check, but frankly my purse is really far away and math just feels like a lot of effort. Let's just say I'm overall less than 200 and call it a day.
Maternity clothes? Not much of a choice, these days. Although I will say...I used to be appalled by my tummy poking out of the bottom of my t-shirts (Winnie the Pooh style) and wore an extra long tank top underneath at all costs. Recently though, I've just started to own it (around the house only, obviously.) It makes me feel like...I don't know, Mike Hagerty or John Candy or something. Just...jolly like somebody's weird uncle who's visiting for the holidays and walking around carefree in sweatpants with a beer giving strange life advice. Or maybe it's just getting too hot outside to wear two layers of shirt, I don't know.
Best moment this week: Getting extra time with the hubby this week! He got Thanksgiving and the day after off so I feel like we had a bunch of time together to reconnect, laugh, read, talk about parenting, buy a Christmas tree, watch him play video games, go on walks, nap...we're livin' the high life here, friends.
Miss Anything? Cold meats still. I'm coming for you, salami!
Movement: All the time. She keeps pushing her foot against my side. I felt the full outline of her foot the other day and another time Jacob was practically grabbing it and moving it around. That's probably a weird thing to do, but I think it's so cool. It makes her seem so tangible. Soon I'll be able to hold her foot for real!
Food cravings: Doughnuts. I think about them all the time, but I try not to. Friends from up north: I will give you $1000 (worth of love because I don't have any real money) if you ship me some Entenmann's. $2000 (worth of love because again...totally broke) if they're the chocolate ones with the crumbs on top. Or the waxy ones. Or the waxy ones with the chocolate insides...you know what? I'm not picky.
Anything making you queasy or sick: Not so much, although heartburn is frequently making guest appearances. Actually, it's less like heartburn and more like Jenna kicking my stomach and everything in there is just...temporarily displaced. No amount of Tums is going to fix that, son!
Have you started to show yet: As the lady sitting next to me in church stated while everyone was greeting each other, "You're due Christmas Eve?? It looks like you're due like...now!" Normally people just say good morning and shake my hand but hey, that's cool too.
Labor Signs: None. Zip. Zero. She hasn't even dropped a millimeter as evidenced by the fact that I woke up this morning with her foot wedged between two of my ribs. My doctor has started to talk about setting an induction date, just in case. Obviously it's early still and anything could happen, but I'm more intrigued by the idea than I thought I would be. TBD.
Belly Button in or out? Oh, who knows what's going on down there. Something semi-flat and semi-pointy and wholly bizarre.
Wedding rings on or off? Off...I'm really hoping this doesn't last long after Jenna's born. I'm starting to have dreams that Jacob married someone else because he wasn't sure if we were married because I was walking around with a purity ring on instead of my wedding band. I was SUPER mad at him when I woke up which I realize is both bogus and unfair but...come on. Somebody has to be held responsible for those shenanigans.
Happy or Moody most of the time: Happy, except when my dream husband marries someone else (who looks suspiciously like Emily Thorne from Revenge with just as mean of a glare)
Looking forward to: Well this is a weird one but...my hair falling out after I give birth. I have a LOT of hair on a regular day and after 37 weeks of prenatals and pregnancy hormones, it's pretty much unreal. I went to go get a haircut this week and my stylist said "Well Julie, I didn't think it was possible but you really do have more hair. It's even thicker than it was before!" Yep, and it's making it IMPOSSIBLE to look nice. I swear, every day it looks more and more like a Christmas tree. Festive? Yes. Flattering? Not so much. I thought it would get better after it was cut but it didn't really help. Before it was long and puffy and now it's just...less long and puffy. I honestly think that 50% of my hair could fall out at this point and it would look a million times better than it does now. Just sayin'.