Pregnancy is a strange experience; wonderful and horrible all at the same time. The little swishing limbs and eager expectations of meeting a miniature, brand new family member are such indescribable joys. The stretch marks, strange body malfunctions, spreading hips and feet, swelling and heartburn… not so enjoyable.
I hesitate to give updates because they usually tempt me to complain. At least I find the whole ordeal rather humorous to some extent – I haven’t lost my sense of humor yet (ask me about that during the next ‘transition’ phase of labor and I’ll let you know if I still have it).
The photo below was at 31 weeks last time… and I look at least that big now. Not brave enough to get the camera out.
I’m 28 weeks and 3 days today. That means, if my doctor’s calculations are correct (and she’s a smart cookie – so I don’t doubt they might be) this baby is likely to be big enough to float in the Macy’s Parade. Well, maybe not this week – but by the time he gets here for sure (assuming I don’t split like a faded car-seat before then).
I was 2 months away from having the Viking when things started getting this bad last time….
12 more weeks to go. Oh my. That’s like 3 FULL months.
Let me give you an idea of why 12 more weeks is very worrisome:
Let’s start WAY back so I can give you a clear picture of what pregnancy usually looks like for me….
Imagine me at 118 pounds. Boy, those were the days. I believed all that ‘eating for two’ stuff. It didn’t help that my first child was incompatible with anything (including MEXICAN FOOD) unless it was dripping in cream and chocolate. The fact that all of my children are Winter babies – born just after the holidays certainly hasn’t helped my figure through the years. In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a LOT of really GOOD food available during the holidays… and holiday food is my favorite.
To make a long story short, here are my pregnancy stats:
Baby 1: 118 lbs. + 60 during pregnancy = 178 delivery
Baby 2: 134 lbs. + 36 during pregnancy = 170 delivery
Then I swallowed a Diamond Ring…
Sad First Week of School
Miscarriage: 139 lbs. + 6 during pregnancy = 145
Baby 3: 144 lbs. + 30 during pregnancy = 174 delivery
Baby 4: This pregnancy… starting at 147 + ? = ?
You would think that I might be having this kid in the 170’s. Right? That seems to be a pattern… no matter how thin I am, my body has an internal timer near 175 pounds and OUT POPS THE BABY.
All would be great with that idea if I wasn’t still THREE MONTHS out and already 166 lbs! Did I mention that the holidays are coming up… and there will be food?
Here’s me the week before Baby K was born, at Target – on the old-people scooter because I couldn’t walk. Mind you, I was only 174 pounds. That’s only 8 pounds away from RIGHT NOW, people. So you can imagine how miserable I already feel. My doctor is considering going on vacation for the next three months so she won’t have to listen to me beg her to ‘get the baby out’. She has nightmares still from the last pregnancy she endured with me. Poor thing.
I guess I shouldn’t complain that the heartburn is beginning again… because I’m pretty sure there won’t be seconds for me of anything this Thanksgiving or Christmas. If I were a 6 year old, I would be stomping my feet and crossing my arms because “It JUST ISN’T FAIR.” Thanksgiving and Christmas foods are my favorite in the whole wide world. Even better because I’m not the one having to cook them all.
Wanna know what’s on the menu at Kevin’s Mom’s side?
Sweet Potato Yeast Rolls
Sweet Potato Casserole
Broccoli and Rice Casserole
Macaroni and Cheese Casserole
We aren’t going to this feast, unfortunately. However, I can’t help but think that it is very fortunate for my next doctor appointment that we are missing it this year.
Sadly, I’m pretty sure that the food at Kev’s Dad’s house will be equally wonderful, with only a slight bit less focus on dessert. Nana makes a mean stuffing and her Nut and Jello Salads are AMAZING (she has a green one and a really pretty wine colored one).
[As I was typing this, Pop just called to ask me what I needed to make my Sweet Potato Bliss. Oh, about “6 sticks of butter” I told him. I was only exagerating a little bit. Sweet Potato Bliss is my favorite.]
So… today, I’ll be getting my glucose screening at the blood lab and trying to avoid the cheeseburger I’m craving. And then later this week, I’ll be watching the scale as closely as I watch the sales for Black Friday. The online ones that is… because this pregnant mama is NOT standing in lines at 5AM for anything.
…Because I’m already grumpy about having to skip seconds on Thanksgiving.
All I want for Thanksgiving – and Christmas – is a really slow weight gain, relief from the pressure of this elephant sitting on my chest, very little if any heartburn (so I can actually enjoy my cranberry and dressing)… and the promise of an easy delivery (of a baby that is NOT bigger than the last one – HELLO 9 pounds of agony with your arm folded beside your head!). Oh, and it would be nice if my relatives would all commit to having another Thanksgiving meal in June. Or even July. We can crank down the A/C and pretend like it isn’t 104 degrees, even. By then, I’m sure I’ll be breathing a lot better – and I’ll even volunteer to make more than one of the dishes.
Thanksgiving in July. I like the sound of that.