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.


Kristin said...

That's awesome that you're not feeling nervous about the birth anymore. :) I had to smile about you and your husband drawing straws to decide on a name!
Why are people always surprised when a pregnant lady looks pregnant? (And why do they feel the need to express their surprise in such a rude way?)

Charlotte Wood said...

A lady at my church told me that I was getting fat. I couldn't believe it.

Michelle said...

Everyone told me I was huge, too. It's obnoxious. When I was 37 weeks, someone asked me when my due date WAS, assuming I was way overdue. And I was measuring on track too. Just roll your eyes and ignore it.

Rachel G said...

No matter what, people will have something to say. I have a friend who just had her 4th baby and she doesn't even look pregnant at all till about 6 months--you can bet she gets plenty of comments about how she should be a lot bigger. But after 4 healthy babies I think people should figure out that this is just the way her body handles the job.
You are getting really close! Both Angel's and my birthdays are in July--Reuben's in good company.
In China there are a lot of different beliefs about pregnancy and birth, it's very interesting. In Malaysia, a 1-month confinement period where the mother and baby aren't expected to go out to church or the store or anywhere, just stay at home and be waited on, basically, is normal (some people hire special household help to take care of cleaning and cooking during confinement)--so much so that it's considered scandalous to bring a baby that's less than one month old out in public. When my baby sister was born, Mom brought her out early, but told anyone who asked that she was a month old already. I actually kind of like certain aspects of the idea of 'confinement'--not having any social obligations for a while would be nice.