This week marked 28 weeks of this pregnancy. HOW?! I’m sort of in disbelief that I blasted past the halfway mark and am already in my third trimester. I’m grateful that the time is flying because that means I’m feeling good for the most part (more below), but also wish I could bottle up this time to keep it from passing so quickly.
According to The Bump, the baby is the size of an eggplant this week. Also, we’ve officially entered “melon” territory, which is equal parts exciting and terrifying (you know, the whole “did YOU push a watermelon out of something the size of a lemon?” you hear characters played by Kirstie Alley screaming in movies thing).
Here’s a little about how I’m feeling physically and emotionally this week:
Large. I am a short woman, there is no denying that. So the fact that people are already guessing that I’m in my 8th month of pregnancy because I look like I’m carrying a bowling ball under my shirt isn’t all that surprising (I’m looking at you, guy at Home Depot…). But still, I’m amazed at my stomach’s girth every time I pass a store window and catch a profile view of myself.
I can only imagine how often I’m going to accidentally bump into tables, knock over the fruit display at the grocery store, and get stuck in doorways once I’m in my last few weeks. (Fun fact: we have a swing-out glass door on our shower and I’ve already gotten myself nice and wedged in there trying to climb out. This doesn’t bode well for the next few months, does it?)
Grateful. Donnie and I drove up to Chicago last weekend for a baby shower at my parents’ house. It was so good to see family and friends, and nice to have a change of pace and focus on this new addition to our family instead of work/house projects/etc. I’m so thankful to those who came to celebrate with us, and a few who couldn’t make it but sent us sweet gifts.
I’m also very grateful that my mother ordered a chocolate on chocolate cake for the shower. She knows me well and I did my part to make sure there wasn’t much left over.
Achey. Speaking of our drive to and from Chicago, I developed a new ache/pain in the car. When people warn you that long car rides are terrible when you’re pregnant, my mind always goes to bladder capacity (or rather, a baby forcefully headbutting you in the bladder, making you feel like you’re going to wet your pants at random intervals). And while that is certainly an issue with which to contend, I didn’t anticipate the pain and discomfort.
Granted, I was pretty cocky going into this road trip since we had made the 7 hour drive to and from Florida a few weeks prior without incident. Man, did those couple of weeks make a difference. This time I found myself with a weird, very specific pain in one area of my mid-back that wouldn’t go away no matter how I tried to adjust my position. Getting out of the car and walking around was the only thing that helped (also necessary because of the aforementioned bladder punching going on).
Luckily, we made it home in one piece and now I’m quite ready to stay put until after this baby makes his or her entrance.
Recharged. As mentioned above, Donnie and I snuck away for a long weekend for a little “babymoon” a few weeks back. We stayed in Rosemary Beach, Florida, which is one of the towns along 30A on the panhandle.
It was perfect. We relaxed on the beach, hung out in the ocean, took our time wandering around town and ate plenty of leisurely meals (I hear I’ll miss those once the baby is here). We also both got sunburned because we’re big dummies, but otherwise it was the perfect final vacation pre-baby.
Interestingly, I thought I’d be sort of sad that it was our last vacation just the two of us, but we found ourselves saying “next time we come here with the baby we can do ___!”. Vacations won’t be the same anymore, but I’m so pumped for this next chapter.
**As a note, I’ve heard that Rosemary Beach fared pretty well during Hurricane Michael last week. My heart is absolutely aching for those towns and their residents who weren’t so lucky, and am praying for them to get all the help they need to rebuild quickly.
Nesting. Honestly, I thought I’d be one of those women that never got the urge to nest. In my mind, I’d be 40 weeks pregnant, frantically pacing around Target trying to find last minute baby stuff (which will probably still happen, let’s be honest) but I’m actually feeling pretty good about what’s left to be done. We’ve purchased (or been gifted with) many of the “big” items and have a plan for the rest – not bad!
All in all, I’m going into this third trimester feeling good and, as always, very very thankful. 12 more weeks (give or take) to go!