The time has come to bid a fond farewell to the
sight of my toes. Standing up straight and looking down I can now
barely see them peeping out beneath the bulge that is my belly.
I look ridiculously tall with my toes extremely far away, but that is
an accurate depiction of how I feel. They may as well stretch
to the moon for all the ability that I have to put my own boots on.
With 10 weeks left on the clock, the third trimester has brought quite a few “Baby’s first” experiences:
- Baby’s first stretch mark: Sad day- the skin around my appendectomy scar just can’t get with the program- Baby’s first 3 a.m. feeding: Little angel woke me up and demanded to be fed Corn Chex. NOW.
- Baby’s first extreme hot flash: Inconveniently coordinated with Zach’s nightly, hours-long hot flash.
- Baby’s first unsolicited unfamily/friend belly rub: Thank you random unrestrained church lady.
I thought when I hit about five months that I was getting SO BIG. Ha. I had no idea what big was, and I'm sure it will only get worse from here.
20 weeks vs 30 weeks. Yeah, I only appreciate my body in hindsight.
Two Fast Sundays until GO TIME and I sense extreme paranoia coming on,
a feeling that is not encouraged by constant emails from the BabyCenter
website. Apparently my Thanksgiving should have been spent wielding a meat
thermometer every five minutes and avoiding all foods with egg or
alcohol for fear that they weren’t cooked in all the way. The pressure
makes me want to burst into confession. Yes! I’ve knowingly had sushi
at least three times since becoming pregnant! Yes! I still eat raw
cookie dough and deli meat! Yes! I drink crystal light! And No! I haven’t signed
up for birthing, breastfeeding, hypnosis, acupuncture or parenting
classes! My nursery isn’t ready, my house isn’t sanitized, I haven’t
been taking weekly pictures of my growing belly and I’m not clear on the
finer points of swaddling.
Ha! Oh, Baby Center... you'll still get the emails after he comes... and they will still try to make you feel like a terrible person. I never did the raw dough thing, but everything else, definitely. And Olivia is perfectly fine. Oh, minus the alcohol. Enjoy the last 10 weeks. The last 10 days will feel like eternity... especially when you start getting contractions. But it's SOOOOOO worth it. Once you see his sweet little face, and hold his sweet little hand, you will swoon. Congrats!
ReplyDeleteI didn't microwave my lunch meat or do any of that stuff either. And I never took prenatal classes. And guess what? My labor was short and sweet and I can't wait to do it again. So oh well! :)
ReplyDeleteI love the name Eli. So cute! Can't wait to read more updates and eventually meet your little man!
hahaha... I love reading your blog! You could become a big sarcastic writer one day, Clarissa! Crazy to see the 10 week difference! 10 more weeks (or less) and he'll be here- crazy how time flies!
ReplyDeleteI love reading your blog too! Glad to hear that things are going relatively well (with the exception of random people touching your stomach)!
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