Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Pregnancy 101: 32 Weeks down, 8 to go

32 weeks. THIRTY-TWO WEEKS. That's only about 8 weeks left people. I'm not ready.  I mean really.  I have WAY too much to do.  On the other hand I would really enjoy being able to breathe and eat and sleep (DON'T say it.  I KNOW.) again.


I had my monthly check-up yesterday. Everything is looking a-ok.  I'm measuring 33 weeks.  I only gained 3 pounds last month (YEA ME!).  And according to my midwife Jackson is in prime delivery position.  Which I could have told her from the butt sticking into my lungs and the fingers playing around down, ahem, south.


The last week has been a little rough.  Insomnia is getting worse.  I find myself staying up until I can barely keep my eyes open hoping that once I hit the bed I will zonk out.  Not so much.  It takes such an effort to find a comfortable position.  And I toss and turn all night.  My poor hubby is finding himself on the couch nearly every night.  Not because I make him move but because I keep waking him up.  Poor guy.  He has to be at work at 4 a.m. so he really needs his sleep.  And I'm sure part of the reason for his move is my snoring.  Oh yes.  I am now a champion snorer apparently.  Sexy.

The heartburn has been out of control too.  I'm trying a new tactic of eating small little meals all day long.  More like snacking all day.  And gulping my water down earlier in the day in hopes that it helps.  I have discovered if I just stay upright for at least an hour after I eat something it cuts down on the heartburn quite a bit.  And at this point everything gives me heartburn expect water.


My belly is starting to look like something out of Alien.  At different points of the day Jackson will just push against different parts of my belly and I look all lopsided.  His kicks are getting so strong they actually will make me jump.  And some of them tickle.  Which is weird.  I think we are both getting a little cramped with our situation and will be quite ready to have our own space.  But I know I will miss this time of just him and I.  We will never again be as close as we are now.  I believe everyone when they say that I will actually miss his kicks.  Although sometimes they hurt a bit they still make me smile.  That's my boy in there.  My son.  And I'm just about ready to see his scrunchy little face.

3 comments:

Stephanie Sales said...

This is a great post Bree. Your already a Mom! :) It's an exciting time for you and nothing will ever be the same - but that is the exciting part. When you see his little face you will experience a love that you have not known yet and it is beautiful! I love you ~ Auntie Steph

Girly Muse said...

The home stretch...oh, girl, I feel for ya.

Will be praying an abundance of SLEEP to wash over you. :) At only appropriate times, of course.

Michelle, Queen of Everything said...

Aw, this is so sweet. You will miss your Buddha belly after it is gone. But at least you will get to see your boy...at midnight...at 2 a.m....at 5 a.m.!

This stage of pregnancy is important. I think it prepares you for the sleepless nights with a baby and the discomfort makes you look forward to having the baby outside instead of inside.


Even when you're tired and the baby is cranky at times, it's so much more rewarding than being pregnant. And you'll sleep much better (when you do sleep!). I can't believe how fast this is going by. It seems like it wasn't that long ago since you told me you were pregnant.