August 2, 2010
This is what 32 weeks pregnant looks like:
Do I look tired? Last week at my appointment, the first thing the doctor said when he walked in was “You look tired!”
Um. Well. Do you SEE that three-year-old over there in the corner playing with that sticker book? Have you stepped outside lately into the hot summer weather? DO YOU SEE THE SIZE OF MY STOMACH? YES I’M KINDA TIRED, THANKS.
Some updates on all things pregnancy and baby:
The room is nearing completion! Dan finished the closet this weekend, got the closet doors back up, and I went through the washed clothes and put them in drawers. The glider/ottoman chair is assembled (LOVE. IT.) and now we just have to arrange the furniture how we want it and decorate the walls. (also: hunting for a rug, which is turning out to be more difficult than I thought.) Then- THEN!- I will take pictures. Promise! For now, just know that: I love it. So so much.
We have this little girl’s name narrowed down to two choices. But we’re not sharing (sorry!) Partly because we simply aren’t going to know ourselves for sure until she’s born and we see her, and also because I just don’t want to share (neener! neener!) You see, EVERYONE has opinions on names and I’ve heard horror stories about rude comments when mothers-to-be share their painstakingly-searched-for-and-selected name for their beloved babies. And I think it’s a lot harder to say not-so-nice things about name choices when that name is attached to an Actual Person, rather than the theoretical ‘baby’, you know? Not that I think most of the people in our lives would say anything mean to us about our name choice, even if they didn’t like it- but you never know. Plus, since we already know she’s a girl, at least the name can be a surprise for everyone, right?
As of last Tuesday, I have gained 28 pounds. So basically- 30 pounds. Honestly… I’m trying to figure out WHERE IT ALL IS. I mean, obviously my belly is big (and my boobs are OUT OF CONTROL, YOU GUYS. DOUBLE-LETTER OUT OF CONTROL.) But my face isn’t nearly as puffy as it was with Maggie, when I gained 40 pounds, and my arms and legs are nearly the same size as they were 8 months ago. Here’s me at 30 weeks and 35 weeks with Maggie, just to compare. I don’t know. I definitely feel less frumpy this time. More pain in my hips and stuff, but now with less back fat! I guess I’ll call that a win! (WHERE’S MY ICE CREAM??)
So we’re heading into the home stretch. Pretty soon, it won’t be just Dan, Jen, and Maggie. It’ll be Dan, Jen, and THE GIRLS.
Eight weeks to go.