Happy Monday! What? Too much enthusiasm? Fake it till you make it, folks. Right now I’m exhausted and will no doubt have to read Llama Llama Red Pajama about twenty times tonight, so I’ll do us all a favor and keep this short and sweet.
What’s baby up to? According to BabyCenter, the “baby weighs a little over 4 pounds and has passed the 17-inch mark (about the size of a pineapple). He’s rapidly losing that wrinkled, alien look and his skeleton is hardening. The bones in his skull aren’t fused together, which allows them to move and slightly overlap, thus making it easier for him to fit through the birth canal.” Eek. I’m not ready to discuss his exit strategy yet.
Weeks: 33 (and a few days now)
Total Weight Gain: I’d say we’re somewhere around the 27 pound mark, but I’m not 100% sure. I could run and hop on the scale but that would require moving.
Fitness: Did you just see me say I don’t want to move? Kidding. I’ve done a few workouts here and there but nothing too intense. At this point, I’m just striving to get in as many steps as possible without my back aching all daggum day.
Symptoms: Heartburn. Backache. Feeling like I’m going to burst. You know, the usual.
Sleep: I’ve totally given up on this being a regular part of my life. Sleep is definitely out of the window right now, but it honestly hasn’t been that terrible throughout the day. I must be mentally preparing myself for the sleepless nights to come. Bring it, kid. I’m ready.
Cravings: Everything sounds really, really good until I start eating it. Then I realize I’m immediately going to regret every single bite. There is just no. more. room.
Maternity Clothes: I literally cannot wear anything if it isn’t maternity at this point. And, even then, I’m busting out of it. It’s very embarrassing to admit to your coworkers that you can’t breathe or sit normally because you tried wearing jeans to work for once. I mean, I can’t even wear maternity jeans. Looks like it’s back to leggings for me.
Baby Items Bought/Received: Nada. I’m still procrastinating like a champ.
Goals: I will, at the very least, pack a hospital bag soon. I feel like I’ve done nothing to prepare for the baby, so I should probably at least make sure I’m ready to go to the delivery room when the time comes. I can do this.
Worries: Not much! I don’t have time to think about all of the “what ifs” right now.
Best Moment: The best moment, by far, these past few weeks was taking Maddux to see his brother. I wasn’t sure if he would be into the ultrasound, but he was extremely interested. It was adorable, even though the brotherly competition has already begun.
Okay, off the get my best Mama Llama impression going. Have a great night!