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.
Peace out!
Jenn.