Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Pregnancy: Weeks 26 & 27
*Weight gained: 17 lbs
*Waistline is about 39 inches.
The Monster's Stats:
*Our little Goliath weighs roughly 2 lbs
*No longer are we measuring from crown to rump. Oh no no, we are a big boy now and we get measured from head to toe-- which is about 15 inches. They grow up so fast. He'll be driving before we know it.
*He is starting to have distinct sleeping cycles-- which if this is any indication of what he'll be like when he is birthed, he likes the night life, baby. He has also started to open his eyes. I wonder if seeing the same thing over and over again is boring; "Oooo, amniotic fluid.. again. Woot wooot". I wish I could at least give him a magazine to flip through.
Pregnancy Fun Facts:
Move over second trimester, the third tri (or as I like to call it, three squared) is here to stay-- at least till baby comes out.
Concentrating is kind of hard. I'll start telling a story and then I'll loose my train of...
Uhh, what was I saying?
I am in hardcore nesting mode. I want to paint and organize everything in my house (which is good considering all the work that needs to be done).
Last week I had a problem with night sweats. I had the AC blasting, a fan blowing on me, and my lightest PJ's on and I kept waking up dripping sweat. The little guy also keeps me awake with kicking, but I think I have figured out around 1:30 am he chills the eff out and goes to sleep. I have to say, I do have a lot of energy for as little sleep as I have been getting.
Chocolate milk-- I cannot get enough of it. Especially Wawa's delicious bottles of happiness that only cost $1.15. It doesn't help there is a Wawa less then a mile from my office. That I have to pass on the way home. The midnight crew may or may not know me by name.
Finally made it through a week without bursting into tears. Booyaaaah.
Your self image is a verrrry tricky thing when you are pregnant. One day I love rocking my bump in anything I wear, and the next day I feel like an amorphous blob. I don't feel fat, I just don't feel... cute.
I was having a discussion with a friend of mine, who is also pregnant, about the weight gain. Although I am obviously supposed to be gaining weight, as someone who has struggled with their weight for a good portion of their life, sometimes it is a little hard to step on that scale and see a number that you promised yourself you would never go back to. I mean I am a rational person who knows that this comes a long with pregnancy, but there is still that tiny voice in the back that goes "AHHHHHHHH!!" every time I step on a scale.
I promise you guys that I'm not saying this to fish for compliments-- I'm not looking for the "OMG you look sooooo cute" to boost my ego-- I'm just trying to talk about the stuff that I am experiencing that I haven't read on other blogs. Maybe the cheese stands alone, maybe there are other women out there going "yeah, I totally get you". I don't know. This is just me.
Anyway, I think we have our list of names narrowed down to four, and I have my very clear front runner. My father wants us to name him Ebenezer. Sorry Daddy-O, that ain't happening. ;)
Always & Forever,