Friday, May 22, 2015

32 Weeks

I'm starting to get excited guys! Every day that comes is one more day closer to meeting my son. Also, I don't feel afraid or anxious anymore about birth! I feel calm. It's wonderful, and refreshing. I am so uncomfortable through. Instead of this bothering me it actually makes me thrilled because it means birth is getting closer. I feel pressure in my hips and pelvic bones and walking isn't that fun anymore (I'm a turtle) but it means my body is getting ready to expunge a human. Yay!


I've gotten a lot done around the house. I feel ready and prepared. I think this alone has helped with the anxiety I was feeling in the first and second trimesters. The only other thing I want to do is stockpile some freezer meals! (any suggestions?)


The only annoying thing is how everyone (and I mean almost everyone) I meet or run into and yes even random strangers feel the need to tell me how huge I am. Yesterday it happened three times. Once at a Japanese restaurant, the lady behind the cash register told me I was huge and cautioned me not to eat to much, and then she launched into the lecture about how I shouldn't shower every day, because showering in pregnancy makes babies grow. (She was Asian, is this a Asian superstition?) The next lady to comment on my budding baby belly was a cleaning lady at the YMCA. When I getting dressed (and she was mopping) she commented on my hugeness and then proceeded to yell at my behind how I should be giving birth next week as I waddled to the pool. (By the way, the pool is AMAZING when you are growing a human. Talk about taking a load off your back. I never want to leave. And I hate swimming...) I didn't stop to tell her that I was due in July. Goodness knows what she would have said to that.


I'm getting tired of it. I'm growing a human. He's kinda taking up a lot of space. It is necessary. Also, I really don't feel that huge. Who knows? My doctor says Reuben (yes we picked a name. we drew straws. I may not 100% enjoy the name Reuben, but it isn't terrible. His middle name will be Alexander) is in the 80th percentile but still--I'm measuring right on track for bump growth. I try not to let it bother me, but really, why is that all most people say when they first see me? Wow, your huge! Why not congrats, or is it a boy? My belly must shock people.

And I've still never been touched without asking. The thing I thought would happen. I've just been ogled and told how large I am. Bah.


So, yeah. 32 weeks. I'm almost there. I bet he will be a tiny baby and everyone will be wrong. Serves them right, haha.

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