Only this week I didn't meal plan (whats the fun when everything gives me heartburn? Also, no energy. None.) My husband did the meal plan this week. (we had curry Monday, chili yesterday, and today is going to be some kind of baked chicken layered dish thing). Easy meals. I am very grateful. So, I went to the grochery store and let me tell you walking around 9 months pregnant is interesting. One lady on the way in stopped, looked at me, and said "you are really pregnant!!" in a kind, understanding tone. I almost cried on her.
I also saw one of my friends inside-- it was nice to see her! That was worth the whole trip. The husband and I then ran into one of his coworkers who promptly asked if I was having twins. I internally seethed as husband made polite conversation. No I am not having twins. Thank you. Please die in a fire.
Everyone (and my doctor) keeps reminding me that first babies usually come later. I never know what to say to that.
Person A: Well, first babies usually take a little while longer, dear.
Me: It is okay if I hyperventilate and have a mental breakdown on you?
I am ready to have this baby! I do have some signs of labor, but baby is not engaged in my pelvis yet. I have a lot of cervical pressure, some new vaginal leakage and a desire to rearrange the furniture and throw out everything in sight.
Oh, I'm also in a lot of pain in the morning and at night, like muscle, ligament stuff. Rolling over in bed hurts. Why does my husband still want to have sex with me?
I am still walking around the neighborhood in the evenings when it gets cool. I have no idea what they (the neighbors) think of this, but it does make me feel better. I only do two laps. Turtle laps. I'm slow. Takes 20 minutes around the cul de sac. I used to do 2 laps in the morning and 2 in the evening...
Anyway, as I was writing this I was like, I should take some pictures for this post. Then I realized that would include putting on some type of pants, and messing around with my tripod and actually going outside. I decided not to. Comfy chair in my over sized tee shirt (basically what I've been wearing the past few days) is enough for me. So, yeah.
I only have two more weeks until my due date! I know I might have longer for this baby. I am trying to relax, but I feel like a whale. Moving is difficult. Also, I have, in the last week, suddenly sprouted stretchmarks. A lot of them. And spider veins. I would cry about my vanity, but after everything else that has happened to my body I'm really not that shocked anymore.
Anyway, these are my thoughts on the last few days. Third trimester is still my favorite, but I think this last month is not a part of the third trimester. I'm going to give it a new name. Like please get this baby out of me whale month. That's what it's called. Now I feel better.