31 weeks to go, 463 weeks left. I see pregnancy as a means to an end; going through the process of something for the final result. Even though it makes me happy and relieved the baby is doing well inside me, I’m not a bad person for saying I don’t enjoy it. Hooray for the women who say they enjoyed every minute of their pregnancies and how they love their big bellies (yea, some people actually like it), but it’s just not my thing.
Weight update: First of all, I’m sick of all the weight questions. Especially from my mother, who may or may not be reading this. It makes me feel bad that I feel like I have to explain why I gained a certain amount each month, what I’ve been eating, and where the weight has been going on my body. Iâm writing this as I’m eating Pepperidge Farm mini chocolate chip cookies, and I don’t want to feel guilty about it anymore. I also don’t want to feel guilty that I don’t crave vegetables, even though I force them down my throat every day for the sake of my health. I’m doing the best I can. But sometimes I’m going to treat myself when I want to, after the fiber cereal with soy milk, fruits, veggies, lean meats, fish, yogurt, etc. That being said, weight should not keep coming up in conversation with any pregnant woman as long as she looks healthy. No, revise that – it shouldn’t come up in conversation in any instance.
Stupid Diet update: Remember in one of my last pregnancy posts, when I said that the midwife put me on a special diet for gestational diabetics, even though I wasn’t tested for GD yet? Well, I did get tested, and I passed the GD test with flying colors. I saw a new midwife and she told me my weight wasn’t a problem and I didn’t have anything to worry about. In fact, I am right in the exact recommended weight gain, even when I had a growth spurt a couple months ago. Just goes to show that everyone gains at different rates. So it’s back to deep-fried twinkies and ho-hos and fried chicken now. Just kidding.
3rd Trimester symptoms: I was told that one of the more uncomfortable symptoms I’d have to face during the 2nd or 3rd trimester was swelling. Major swelling. Where they might have to cut the rings off my fingers at the hospital, or that my feet would grow two sizes and none of my shoes would fit anymore. I want to say that it doesn’t happen to everyone. Knock on wood, but in 31 weeks I luckily haven’t experienced any swelling whatsoever. Here’s a pic to prove it:
Another missing symptom is heartburn/acid reflux. I get very minor acid reflux, and I’ve had worse before this pregnancy started.
One symptom I have had, the most uncomfortable one, has been trouble breathing. Or shortness of breath. Of course, when I mention this to anyone, it’s brushed off as no big deal. I know I don’t feel the major, popular symptoms as other women, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t understand how it feels to be uncomfortable. But I’ll take trouble breathing over major complications any day.
I pee 3 times a night now. Right on schedule. 12 midnight, 3am, 6am. It’s fun. I get my exercise throughout the night by dragging my fat self out of bed and walking to the bathroom.
I can’t put sneakers on anymore. Or socks. I wear sandals instead. I did however manage to paint my toenails yesterday. Don’t ask me how. There was a lot of huffing and puffing through the process. I felt proud of my accomplishment though.
No stretch marks on stomach. Good thing I had a thick layer of skin and fat to begin with.
Last Doctor’s Appointment update: The baby has been head down the past few weeks, and it sounds like she’s not going to shift from that, hopefully. Unfortunately, her head is pressing down on my sciatic nerve, causing me a lot of hip pain when I try to sleep. But she enjoys kicking my ribs and using my kidneys as squeeze toys. Heartbeat is still in the 150s.
Cravings: Nothing too weird. I have more of a sweet tooth now than I did before. I rather eat cake and brownies for a meal than fried chicken. Meaning, pre-pregnancy I craved salty foods, and now I just crave sugar. I give in once in awhile. At least fruit has sugar, and I eat that more than the fattening stuff.
Belly Button: No, it hasn’ popped out, and I’m pretty sure it won’t pop out anytime soon. Whew.