I was going to spoil you all with a holiday gift guide but a few kind folks have been lovely enough to ask how I’m doing. I promised y’all this would not turn into a mom blog (I mean no offense!). Here’s a quick update on my pregnancy, Baby M is due Christmas Day – as in Dec 25. I’m counting down to baby, my birthday and Christmas. Oh holy…
We are officially over the pre-term hurdle, bring on a healthy baby. When we went for our 36 week appointment RAM (his initials) was clocking in at 6.74 pounds. That’s a lot of baby thunder for 36 weeks, almost a pound more than average. The hus was proud; I am running out of
How far into this thing? 37 weeks
Maternity Clothes? Define moo-moo. I refuse to buy anything else maternity. Thank you H&M for your fluffy, roomy sweaters.
Stretch marks? Nope. It seems like the 8th wonder of the world.
Best moment this week? Putting up a faux Christmas tree in Andy Jr’s room.
Miss anything? Knowing where my stomach stops. I run into everything, open doors on myself; it’s sad. I have no bump perception. Going places without a massive stare down would be great as well. I realize I’m a walking snow globe, thank you very much.
Movement? I’ll spare you the details, but let’s just say I don’t know how these things don’t just fall out.
Food cravings? Ginger. I don’t discriminate against breadmen or any other ginger pastries. Prince Harry counts too.
Belly Button in or out? In, and holding on for dear life from the looks of it.
Workouts? I’ll tell you once we have a healthy baby boy:)
Looking forward to? Finally being able to call someone and not have them freak out that I’m in labor. Family, friends, the first thing they say is, “OMG you scared me.” The hus has given me a code word to use for the big event.
Braxton Hicks started around 33 weeks, which forced me to pause the running. I went a little mental. I still cycled (lightly) and took our pup Indiana Jones on loads of walks. He’s loving this arrangement. Now that I am 37 weeks – being honest – I am more aggressive cycling and I even jogged for a bit. I must look like a total idiot. I am surprisingly comfortable exercising and can’t go a day without trying to get something in – I just feel better. I keep a super close eye on how I’m feeling and adjust my workouts daily.
To say I’m anxious is an understatement. I cannot stay busy enough. And if one more person tells me to “enjoy these last few weeks of just you and Andrew,” my head will pop off. You try to relax when you’re carrying a Christmas Goose, no longer sleeping and can’t put on a sock without looking ridiculous.
These last few weeks seem surreal and I’m doing my best to enjoy them, but we are definitely ready to finally meet our bundle.
Happy holidays! Thank you all for your amazing support along the way!
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