I got lazy last week and didn’t do an update. I honestly don’t really remember what my deal was. I took the photos and was set to type it up and then it was Saturday and I was like “shrug, I’ll just combine the weeks next week.”
And then I planned on writing the post earlier in the week and now here it is Friday, and I’m just now writing it. *shrugs*
I think it is because this is kind of the boring, sweet spot of pregnancy. Not much is going on, besides a lot of baby growth, but I feel good. I’m not too huge so I can still do things and I’m 10 weeks into the diabeetus diet so that isn’t even something worth talking about. Now it’s just about nesting and getting prepared for a baby in less than 14 weeks. Which…
But overall everything is going rather well. Last week 3BB was the size of a rutabaga.
I did not know what a rutabaga looked like (and I also want to keep spelling it rutabega, like it’s some long lost relative of the Mambo No. 5 singer, Lou Bega), so of course I had to take a photo at the grocery store.
And oddly enough, Lou’s cousin Ruta Bega was right next to the acorn squash, which is how big 3BB is this week!
Wow, I really took that Lou Bega joke a little too far.
TRUMPET!
See, this is the quality stuff you miss when I’m not posting every week.
Anyway, my bump is still continuing to grow. 3BB is very active and lately she likes to wedge herself right under my ribcage and push all those organs up into what feels like my throat. I try to push her down, but she does not comply.
It doesn’t look like much, but it’s starting to get a little more uncomfortable to bend over and do other things. I definitely feel bigger than I look.
One of my dreams with being pregnant was always to be able to rest things on my bump. Eat my dinner off the bump with no hands. My dream is so much closer to reality, since I was able to balance my cup on there the other day. Look mom, no hands!
Although I’m not actually sure I wasn’t able to do that before when I was just overweight.
The heartburn has really been kicking in lately. I blame it all on organs being shoved into my throat to give my little girl some space, because it definitely doesn’t have anything to do with what I eat or drink.
I suffered for years with bad heartburn back about 10-12 years ago. I finally figured out my acid reflux is triggered by refined carbs. If I eat a lot of bread, pasta, pizza, etc., that’s when it is the worst. So since I’m not eating any of those things right now, I can only blame it on 3BB.
The worst part is that you are not supposed to just eat all the Tums to help it, since that can give you kidney stones. So mostly I just complain to the cats, and sometimes my friends over text messages.
Other than that, I’m in full-blown nesting stage. Last weekend I cleaned out the closet in the baby’s room, vaccumed and steam cleaned the carpet really well. I ordered a sample of the wallpaper I want for the room so I can look at paint samples. Plus I finally got rid of the futon in there. Today I did a big drop off at Goodwill will all the stuff I needed to donate. Now all I have to do is start putting together the furniture for the room and we’ll be getting close!
The diabeetus is going fine. My fasting number has been good, so I’m still on 34 units of insulin at night. None of my meals are crazy high, so I haven’t needed to supplement with additional meal-time insulin yet. It’s still just the start of the timeframe when my nurse said things would start to change, so I just take it day by day. We have a call next week, so hopefully we just stay at status quo for a few more weeks.
My doula sent me a ton, A TON, of resources for planning for the birth and I’ve been slowly going through those. It makes me so, so thankful that I pulled the rather expensive trigger to hire a doula because I really think it is going to give me the best birth experience. I didn’t know half of the things I’ve been learning, so I’m really thankful to have her.
OK, that was a lot of words about not much. So I’ll just close with a photo of Lulu saying hi to her little sister.
#3BBOnBoard
Even though my doula didn’t end up being able to help overly much *at* the birth (induction followed closely by epidural, so not a lot of laboring that I needed help getting through) I do not regret ONE CENT of it. Like you, she just helped me prepare for everything so much better, and I felt SO much calmer with someone in the room who knew WTF was going on. So when they said scary things like “it’s time to do a vacuum extraction” I could look to her in panic, and she nodded like “yes, it is time for this” and I felt much better about it.
ps if you *do* need a vacuum assist your baby’s head may come out legit fully shaped like the alien from the Alien movies, but it will go away in a few days 😂