Not sure how this is reality, but I’m now at 30 weeks. Only about two months to go!
I still have remind myself that I’m pregnant – usually when I think I can fit through a space that I normally could, only to find myself baby bump-butting someone. Sorry about that! Thought I could suck it in.
Or when I try to get out of bed or off the couch like a normal person, and things cease to work. Where are my abs? Where did my getting up muscles go?!?! They are gone!
Guess I’ll have to roll off. Watch out floor, here I come!! Weeeee!
As it was with Pookie, Baby #2 is sitting in my belly the same way (sideways) and now that the third trimester is here, I’m really starting to grow OUT. I’m also getting more uncomfortable and have pretty restless sleep. Baby #2 (who we’re affectionately calling Roberta Jr. for right now) has found her favorite spot in my uterus to dig in her little knees. Adorable, but not so pleasant for me.
“Oohhh, I can feel her little knees and feet! Ah, she’s so adora—OUCH!”
She’s starting to move downward from her sideways position, which is relieving, but now the kicks are going from my side to my ribs.
I’m also experiencing something new this time around – varicose veins. It’s gotten bad enough that I have to wear compression socks during the day and have my belly taped to relieve pressure. Varicose veins really stink, but to my surprise, I actually LOVE the socks and tape. The kinesthetic tape especially. I want to wrap my whole body in it. It’s glorious!!
For the socks, I chose “calf socks” because it’s just too darn hot to wear anything on my feet. I’m stylin’.
I started going to the chiropractor about a month ago and that has helped tremendously. Prenatal chiropractic work is a thing (the certification method is called Webster) and seriously, I don’t think I could walk, sleep, or function normally without it. These people are like miracle-workers.
Overall though, I can’t really complain. I’m feeling pretty good despite a few rough days here and there. People have been asking a lot if Pookie is excited. Here’s where we’re at with that:
Pookie: “Pookie has baby sister?”
Me: “Yes, she’s growing in my belly.”
Pookie: “I grow baby sister in my belly?”
Me: “No baby in your belly. Just in mine.”
Pookie: “Daddy has baby sister in belly?”
Me: “Nope. I’m the only one growing baby sister. She’s your baby sister, and she’ll be daddy and I’s daugther.”
Pookie: “Pookie has daughter in belly.” (nods with understanding and pats her belly)
And around we go…
Excited? Confused? Somewhere in between.
Pookie starts back to school this week, so I’m pretty excited to have a few kid-free hours to myself a few mornings a week. I plan to take full advantage of resting while I can! I’m totally not ashamed to nap the entire three hours Pookie is at school. When will I have the chance to do that again? Possibly never. I will seize the moment, and nap it away! 😀