36 Weeks: Baby Beluga and Bedrest (yep, more...)

36 weeks...

 

 

I'd reallyreallyreally hoped this week would be the "Hallelujah, No More Bedrest!" post. Actually, I told Alex before my OB appointment this morning that I hoped to make a run to Target today, to "celebrate" being up and about again (and to pick up heat-protectant spray for my flat iron; ha). That, apparently, was not meant to be. The doctor wants me couch-surfing for at least one more full week, maybe longer. So, no Target; I came home and got horizontal again. One word: sigh...

 

The good news is, there are now only 28 days now until D Day (Delivery Day? Due Day?). That's so crazy to me - I truly can't believe I'm in this final stretch, and with everything still looking so good with Baby.

  

Baby is the size of a: Honeydew melon. But based on her weight two weeks ago (5 lbs., 14 oz.), she should be closing in on 6.5 pounds by now - still ahead on the charts!

 

 

Development: Her whole system is basically good to go at this point; she's just continuing to get plumper and stronger...and to hog more of my internal space.

 

 

My organs = squished. No wonder breathing (and eating...and sleeping...) can be hard. Sheesh.

 

Movement: I was slightly worried because her movement the last couple of days had gotten much more subtle than usual. Well, apparently she was just having a couple of R&R days...this morning, she's back to rolling/kicking/punching around like a little maniac.

Weight gain: Three more pounds since my last weigh-in! So that makes a total of 19. Looks like I'll break that 20-pound mark before we're through after all.

Maternity clothes: Yep. Wearing regular shirts is basically at an end - only the maternity ones have enough room for the belly. I can still wear some of my regular pants, though, which is nice.

Sleep: Still abysmal. The end.

Aversions/Cravings: I swing between wanting nothing but three-cheese stuffed-crust pizza from Pizza Hut and nothing but salads. Huh. (I think it's the pizza that's responsible for the three pounds. Ha.)

 

Symptoms: I'm feeling huge these days, heavy and cumbersome and...huge. Alex calls my belly "the torpedo" because it's all out front.

I miss: Everything. Seriously, everything. Have I made it clear enough yet that I WANT OFF BEDREST? Um, yeah...

I feel: Physically kind of crappy - sore and achy. Mentally, though, like I'm in the home stretch. This baby will be here - seriously, here, with Alex and me! - so soon. I. Can't. Wait.

Looking forward to: A baby shower on Sunday! (Yes, I still technically will be on bedrest...and, yep, I'm going anyway. A rebel, I am.)

Papi moment: Alex likes to sing this song to Sylvia, and I find it hilarious (especially because the only part of the song he knows is one line - "Baaaaby Beluga! Baaaaby Beluga!" which he sings over and over).

 

1980s kids' songs are fun, y'all. Good times.

 

Until next week...