Soooo let's see. I'm 29 weeks today. I realized I haven't blogged in forever, mostly because I haven't thought of anything amusing to say. Or if I did, I was too lazy to take the time to write anything about it. Lazy seems to be the theme of the last few days. I'm tired, but not terribly so. I did read a funny 29 weeks pregnant article today and wanted to share that because as with every other weekly article...it just fits.
Your Body
Let's get right to the point: You're a bloated, water-retaining mess. Chances are good you can't get your sneakers on or your wedding ring off, so get comfy in your slippers. Your pants don't fit. Your shirts don't fit. And now, thanks to the swelling in your feet, your shoes don't fit. You can thank a wonderful thing called edema for that. Go edema!
I stole this one from 3dpregnancy.parentsconnect.com
I finally got some new shoes in the mail last week. Mine aren't fitting, because like everything else on me when I get to the last trimester of pregnancy (OMG LAST TRIMESTER ALREADY?!?!) nothing fits. My feet, which were already boat sized to begin with have gotten a little bigger, and although Hannah has offered to tie my shoes for me since I'm unable to do so without hyperventilating, I quickly learned that she isn't always there when I want my shoes tied. She did kindly offer to stay home and allow me to home school her, so that my shoes will alwas be taken care of, but I declined her generous offer. Tucking my shoelaces into my snug shoes became tiresome, and my lovely husband offered me his. I thanked him, as I did when he said I didn't need maternity clothes, I could just wear his big tshirts and sweaters, and when he said he had plenty of jackets for me to wear. I maintain that although I am pregnant and realize that no one wants me right now, I'd still like to pretend I'm attractive, even if I look like a beached bloated whale. What was the point of this ridiculously long paragraph? Oh...I got some slip on Rockport shoes online, size 10, and they're really comfy.
What else interesting have I done? Hmmm...nothing! I did get started on baby stuff shopping. With the help of my mother who knows all I decided that the $249 dresser that matches the crib I like was a more economical purchase in the long run than buying the $119 changing table that would become useless after the baby was out of diapers...unless I wanted to use it as a towel rack...changing tables kind of look like towel racks to me. However, they didn't have it in stores, and shipping online was $90. Goodness! Someone somewhere wanted me to have this dresser though, it was just meant to be because our local Target happened to have one tossed down with all the other cribs in boxes and how I spotted it I'm not sure, but I did and there was muuuuch rejoicing. We picked that up along with the crib and although we haven't put them together yet, I feel better having the biggest purchases out of the way and sitting in the bedroom where they will soon be assembled and also soon filled with baby! I picked up my crib set from my mom's house too and it's cuter than it looked online and definitely very classy. No silly animals and hearts and babyish stuff for this one, noooo she needs classy stuff to pee on.
I did a baby registry at Target just to get the $20 gift card they give you to start one. That went towards my first baby clothes purchase. It's amazing how much you can get for $20 (yippeee Target clearance!) I only wish clothes for my older kids were that cheap. Then a couple weeks later the kids and I were at the mall in G'ville and I let them each pick out an outfit. This was supposed to distract them for a while as I rummaged through the maternity clothes clearance section for something new to wear. It didn't. Ethan suprised me by being the indecisive one when it came to baby clothes for his new sister, he picked out about a dozen things and finally settled on a lady bug jumper. Hannah wanted to pass along her odd mixing of colors to the baby, but I refused to let her get the onesie with the skirt claiming too many layers makes for difficult diaper changes and lets just keep it simple shall we? Still it was cute to see the kids pick some stuff out for their new sister and actually be excited about it. Ethan is especially happy that he won't be the youngest kid anymore and finally gets to be older than someone.
OH! I did have a fairly amusing story to share and I totally almost forgot it. I had my 28 week checkup/torture-fest this week. My visit part was really quick, everything is measuring well ( I guess... I didn't ask), I gained 3 pounds in 3 weeks...oh well...and baby's heartbeat is great. I'm having no major pains or anything crazy going on so I was in and out like a burger. Then came the Gestational Diabetes test. This is a cruel and gross thing to do to a pregnant woman and I tried to opt out of it but my mean doctor wouldn't let me. So I drank the evil orange syrup soda from hell and sat for an hour reading a sleazy romance novel while men in onesies walked back and forth in front of me. I was told to let them know when I had to pee so they could collect it.
Have you ever tried to pee in a cup when you couldn't see below your belly to see if you were hitting the cup or not? That was gross.
But my pee wasn't enough for the evil lab people, no...they wanted my blood too. Now the last time they took my blood they laid me down because I have a history of fainting. I did really well last time so I didn't even mention it this time, figuring I could do it sitting up like a normal person. That whole fainting while giving blood thing is a mental thing and I am totally in control enough to block out whatever craziness it is that makes me faint. Right?
Wrong. The lab guy pops in the second vial in a very undelicate way and I get woozy, and he gets worried, and they call another guy to help walk me over to lay me down. Only this time they lay me down backwards and ask me to elevate my knees. I'm already horribly dizzy and clammy and this position forces not only the yucky orange crap to head away from my tummy towards my head, but also the blueberry muffins and banana and 3 glasses of water I drank that morning (ok fine 2 glasses) and I start feeling sick.
So here I am, knees bent, paler than I was coming in, one guy draining all of my blood, another moving a trash can near my head and telling the other guy he doesn't like my color and both of them telling me it's ok to turn my head and throw up, they don't mind. Well I mind ok?!?!?! How on earth was I supposed to lay still with a needle stuck in my hand and lean over and throw up while keeping my hand still, and not get puke in my hair and on my clothes, and to boot I was in the front office of the lab so everyone in the whole clinic would hear me puke! No thank you! Somehow I was able to not throw up although it was sooo close a time or ten, and the evil lab guys decided they could work with the blood they had collected so far.
And did I get a call this week saying I had GD or any other strange issues that warranted the tortourous blood work? No. I hate them so much.
My new year's resolution to eat better lasted pretty long. I've kind of strayed over the last week or two and I really believe that is contributing to my feeling lazy and not so great. Or it could just be that I'm getting big. But I bet it has a little to do with it. So my mission this week is to get back on track with that, and weather willing start getting some walking in. The weather really has been total crap. It's almost like some evil force is working against me and wants me to get totally out of shape. It may be time to break out the Wii Fit Plus I got for Christmas and do some major walking in place....lol.
Maybe I'll update this again in a more timely fashion next time. Maybe.
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