|Snack art: "Mom" by Radical #1|
Happy Tuesday Lovelies! I was supposed to post this yesterday but I spent 2 hours in court and that left me exhausted and irate. Anyhoo, it’s been what…13 weeks since I did a bump update? Well, obviously my mission of documenting did not go as planned. And they ain’t lying when they say every pregnancy is different. In the beginning I was all cocky and told myself “This is my 3rd pregnancy so I got this!” Yeah Jenn, you got nothing! Man oh man do I feel helpless, frumpy, and dysfunctional.
How far along: 32 weeks…AHHH! 8 more weeks!
Size of baby: A large jicama?
Total weight gain: 7 pounds and I’m kind of annoyed. I just don’t understand how I only gained 7 pounds when I feel like I weigh a million. I eat, honestly I do, so where the heck is it all going? I’m really starting to believe that my crappy weight gain is the result of chasing after 2 banshees.
Maternity clothes: Bottoms only and they are tight and uncomfortable. I feel silly buying more maternity clothes when I have 8 weeks left.
Gender: Sweet baby boy.
Movement: Lots. Not sure but it feels like a mixture of him swimming laps, wrecking shop, hanging up some pictures, and tap dancing on my privates.
Sleep: Sucks. I think I need a body pillow. And it doesn’t help that I have to sleep at the foot (half on/half off) of my OWN bed because 2 little people think they own the joint.
What I miss: Moving and being able to bend over to pick things up. Do you know it takes me days (sometimes weeks) to clean up the “play room” because the thought of having to bend over makes me exhausted?
Cravings: Peanut butter blossoms, iced pumpkin spice lattes, and kimchee saimin. The saimin was on sale for $1 each and I was tempted to wipe out the entire inventory until I got “the look” from the Mister.
Symptoms: Swollen, out of breath, sore, back pain and I think the Radicals are taking advantage. I feel like they tell each other “mom isn’t as fast as she used to be so what can we do to harass her?” Let’s talk about swollen…not fun. Cankles, elephant legs, and I can’t make a fist with my hands. Can I take the swollenness from those body parts and shove them in my tatas? Why am I the only pregnant person whose tatas doesn’t grow?
What I’m looking forward to: Birth day! I know I said I have 8 weeks left but I think I’m going to schedule for earlier. My due date falls on a weekday but I need to schedule for a weekend so the parentals can look after the Radicals. I’m paranoid though because I keep getting this feeling that he’s on his own schedule and he’ll make a surprise entrance.
Tales of the whacko pregnant lady: I’ve always heard stories about crazy pregnant ladies and their food. I consider myself a “sharer” when it comes to food and I’d always give the last of something even though I really want it. Last week, the Mister ate the last of my Jamoca Almond Fudge ice cream and I blew a gasket. I was so angry with him and nothing he offered could make up for him eating my ice cream; not even my beloved peanut butter blossoms. Good Lord Jenn, it’s just ice cream…get over it. Get over it I did, but it took me a day. Sheesh! True story.