Friday, September 27, 2013

I am 32 weeks pregnant.

According to my phone, I am 32 weeks and 5 days pregnant. By my own calculations, it's more like 33.5 weeks. That means that in a month and a half, I will be a mother of three. THREE, people. And that's crazy.

The third trimester has actually not been awful this time around. Maybe I'm tougher with two kids to take care of and two pregnancies under my belt, or maybe my body is cutting me some slack, I don't know. All I know is that the pelvic pain I was experiencing about six weeks ago has abated and my back has stopped flaring up at all hours of the day and night. I mean, I still get aches and pains, but I can handle them now.

In fact, most days I feel pretty great. So great that I'm actually enjoying the third trimester. I think my favorite part of being this pregnant (aside from the magical creation of a baby and those little kicks, obv) is that I always feel pretty. Even when I'm 40 weeks pregnant and I'm sick of getting those "Wow! You're about to pop!" comments, I feel beautiful. Not because I get all of those positive pregnancy benefits like thick, smooth hair and clear skin, because I don't, I just... I guess I just know what's waiting for me on the other side. Having done the disgustingness that is post-partum twice, I know that I need to enjoy feeling pretty now so I can save up some self-esteem and self-confidence because the second I push this kid out, I'm going to feel as attractive as an overweight shar pei.

I know, I know, you're all going to come to my defense saying: You look beautiful! You have a new baby! Cut yourself some slack! It took you nine months to get that body, give yourself nine months' grace.

And I know all that. I know I probably look fine.

But people, there is nothing that feels attractive about wearing maternity clothes when you aren't pregnant. Or having a stomach that resembles a large bowl of cottage cheese. Or waking up in the morning smelling like sour milk because you slept in a puddle of breastmilk.

So for now, I'm going to enjoy feeling pretty. :)
This week, baby is the size of a/an: honeydew

How far along: 32 weeks 5 days
Exercise: Chasing children. All day. Every day. With the occasional wind sprint down the street to catch one or the other.
Sleep: Not awful. I keep pulling ligaments when I roll around trying to find a comfortable position though. Kind of obnoxious.
Food cravings/aversions: None right now. Though I do enjoy food I don't have to make. :)
Movement: There is a lot of it and it's starting to get uncomfortable since there's less room these days.
What I miss: Being able to walk to places like the library or bagel shop with the boys. Walking there is fine. Pushing a stroller with 75 pounds of children up the hills back home is too much.
What I'm loving: Feeling pretty, as already explained.
What I'm looking forward to: Seeing the boys hold their sibling. They are SO EXCITED about a new baby. I mean, as excited as a 3 and 2 year old can get about such an abstract idea.
Best moment this week: The boys coming with me to my last prenatal appointment. The midwife got them involved in measuring the fundal height and Hank even got to hold down the microphone to hear the baby's heartbeat. It was adorable!
To accomplish before baby comes: Uh... come to terms with the fact that there will be a baby in the house in six or seven weeks... I need to get out clothing, wash it and the swing. That's about it.
Thoughts and feelings from Significant Other and Siblings: They're both stuck on the baby being a boy, but they love our girl name, Amy. They say it over and over and over again and think it's hilarious.


  1. What's the boy name?!? I've been wondering, trying to think of names that go with the other two.

    1. I think we're pretty much set on Mitchell, my maiden name, as you know. Johnny, Hank, and Mitch... works, right?

  2. Thats awesome. I have a friend who's maiden name was Sawyer who did the same thing. It's a great idea!

  3. Well, I think your pretty no matter what your condition is! My nephew has incredible taste.