Things started getting hard around week 32. I try to console myself with reminders that my pregnancy up until this point wasn't that bad, so it's ok if the last 8 weeks really suck. I wish that made things easier, but it doesn't. It seems like each day gets a little harder. Maybe it's just nature's way of convincing moms-to-be that we're ready to get the bun out of the oven.
On the nights I can't sleep, I tend to toss and turn a lot, and sometimes that keeps Garret up all night too. He was particularly annoyed with me one morning and was kind of terse talking to me as I was getting dressed. He did a complete 180 turnaround though when he saw me struggling to put on my pants. His tone immediately changed; he dropped whatever he was griping about, gave me a hug and said, "Pregnancy is hard!" I'm not sure why after 7 months of being pregnant that's what finally started to get me my husband's sympathy, but hey, I'll take it.
Garret was finally able to feel the baby's foot do the ol' jab and slide move. It freaked him out. He screamed :)
Garret cracked a pretty good joke as I was headed out with a friend to dance concert. The boys asked us if we were going to dance, and Garret snarked that there was a pregnant lady segment of the show where we'd just try to bend over and pick up things that we dropped. Very funny...
My poor legs, ankles and feet start the day out being huge, but it's nothing compared to what I end the day with; after being stuffed into shoes all day, when I get home, my feet look like Ron Perlman's ugly face.
Can you see the resemblance?
My hands and fingers also started to swell around this time, which meant I had to put away my wedding ring. And that was also very upsetting to me. I've been wearing an $8 wedding set from WalMart. I'm sure it will turn my finger green any day now.
The cherry on top of Week 32 was getting a tDap vaccine, which I thought was just for whooping cough. That shot HURT! I text Hailee about it the next day and she told me it included Tetanus too, and that's why it hurt. I was sore for a few days - I couldn't even reach for a paperclip! Oh, and did I mention that Week 32 was when we had to replace our dryer which just up and stopped working? The hits just kept on coming. Nothing could help my bad mood. It really was a rough one. Even my boss, while understanding, acknowledged I was a little crazy and treaded lightly that whole week.
All of the other unpleasant pregnancy side effects seemed to just amplify since that week. Garret has been increasingly understanding, sympathetic and supportive since things have taken this slight turn. He been taking good care of me while I get more and more useless.
The pounds have just been piling on. I am well past my heaviest weight, and I worry about how high the number on the scale is going to go.
Apparently I snore all night, every night. I know this because I wake up in a puddle of my own drool several times a night.
Heartburn rears it's ugly head every day and night now. Garret bought me some Berry Smoothies-flavored Tums and after popping a few of them before I went to bed and in the middle of the night, I got a little relief.
I'm able to get a few good hours of sleep between 9 and midnight before I have to get up and pee, and then I am fine until I have to go again around 2 a.m., but after that, all bets are off. Some mornings, I can go back to sleep for 30-60 minutes when our alarms go off at 5:30, and that helps a little.
On Garret's birthday, we started a four-week, third trimester crash course. Garret decided we needed to take a class because, in his opinion, "we know where babies come from, but that's about it." We were running late the first night after driving a Dodge Challenger around all day. We decided we'd have just enough time to run home and grab the pillows we were supposed to take to the class. Our neighbors were outside when we got home and wanted to talk, but Garret hilariously cut them off by frantically yelling, "Sorry, but WE HAVE TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL!" leaving our neighbors stunned and confused before I quickly told them we were just late for our class. We're still laughing about that little scene. I don't think he will ever live that one down :)
The only thing that really bothered me was that our teacher seemed to be pretty anti-medicated birth, and made sure to go into all the details why natural is better, and what side effects having a medicated birth could have. I didn't sleep the night after that class, and I called my mom first thing in the morning as I drove into work at 6 for some reassurance that getting an epidural will be ok.
I can't believe that we are less than 5 weeks away from meeting our son. I am excited, but the whole thought of it all is still pretty daunting. I worry about the whole process and how I'll do. I worry about having the instincts to know what I need to do to care for my baby; I worry about being able to breastfeed. I worry about instantly bonding with him, and about getting the baby blues. I worry about keeping him safe and healthy and away from germs or anyone he shouldn't really be near. I worry about when I should come back o work. I worry about EVERYTHING!
Another constant worry I have is about how the dogs will react to our new family member. In every single prayer I pray, I ask that they'll do well and that they'll love and quickly accept him. (If anyone else wants to throw in prayers about this, I will take them!!) I just love my little stinkers so much, I hope we can just easily and quickly adjust to being one big happy family, with no hurt feelings.
In the midst of all the worry and anticipation, Garret and I have had fun putting the finishing touches on the nursery, and doing things like shopping for a coming home outfit. We talk about how fun it's going to be next year to take our baby to a pumpkin patch, the zoo, and on other adventures. We can't believe how generous our family and friends have been as we try to get everything we need together. There's not much left! Next Thursday, my doctor's appointments will start being weekly! It's all just pretty mind blowing. Ready or not, this baby will be here in no time.
Now if only we could just agree on a name...