How far along: 32 weeks, which is eight whole months of being pregnant. One of the biggest lies about pregnancy is that it lasts nine months, but they calculate your due date based on a 40 week timeline. For those of you playing along at home, that’s actually more like ten months, so I have two months to go.
Baby’s size: I have no idea why the pregnancy calendars are starting to vary more at this point, but let’s just say Baby Bear weighs about four pounds and is about 16-19″ long. Baby may be the size of a squash or whatever, but my belly is more the size of a basketball.
Weight gain: I saw a doctor in the practice this week instead of my normal midwife, and he never mentioned my weight, which I really appreciated. He just asked how I was feeling and if we had any questions, measured my belly (still right on track) and listened to the heartbeat (still in the 140s). I did see on the scale that I had gained quite a bit, though. I think I’m up to a total of +44? That is pretty crazy, but I still don’t feel like I’ve gained that much or gotten fat or anything. Continue reading →
How far along: 31 weeks, which is almost 8 months pregnant!
Baby’s size: Enormous. Apparently the baby could already weigh 5 lbs and measure 17 inches from head to toe, with a full head of hair! My belly is so big that I am spilling things all over myself and running into stuff I can’t see by my feet. Nobody tells you about all the bruises on your legs from becoming a huge klutz when you’re this pregnant.
Weight gain: Who knows. My appetite isn’t quite as strong as it was a few weeks ago, but I’ve been craving worse food, so it could go either way.
Sleep: Ugh, pregnancy insomnia is the WORST. Not only is the baby most active when I’m trying to sleep, even when it quiets down I just lie there getting more and more frustrated. Thankfully, that doesn’t happen every night and I can pass out most nights.
Clothes: I got a pretty blue maxi dress for my baby shower this weekend, and I am really stoked about it. I kind of want to be wearing it right now. And maybe sleeping in it. Continue reading →
How far along: 30 weeks, or seven and a half months.
Baby’s size: Baby Bear is growing right on track! Apparently they can measure how big the baby is with just a tape measure. They start it at your pubic bone and measure how big your uterus is (just by pressing and feeling around your belly). It’s supposed to be the same as the number of weeks, so it was 30 cm at 30 weeks on Tuesday. Golden!
Weight gain: A total of +31 lbs, which is according to the doctor on Tuesday. Considering I weighed myself at Christmas and was at +30, I’m just surprised it’s not more! (Don’t tell my midwife that.) The lecture this time was extremely abbreviated and just limited to advising me to shoot for gaining a half a pound a week and warning me that the baby can grow a LOT in the next couple of months. I assumed that she was doing the classic “more weight gain = bigger baby” but I am not so sure that link is real. I said “everyone is different” and she agreed and left it at that.
Sleep: Still just pretty sleepy most of the time!
Clothes: When it was super cold this week, I was really wishing I had a coat that buttoned. Continue reading →
How far along: 29 weeks, which is firmly in the third trimester and also scarily close to 30 which means there’s only like 10 weeks left omgaaahhh
Baby’s size: I forgot to post my favorite graphic of all of the pregnancy calendars last week, but this week Baby Bear is basically about the size of a fat chihuahua (15.5″ long and weighing in at about 3lbs).
Weight gain: I was expecting to have gone to the doctor by now to get that lecture about my weight because I know it’s been more than a pound a week. But alas, thanks to the one person who can give me the glucose drink (?!) coming in late that day, my appointment was moved to Tuesday.
Sleep: It really is unfair that in the last bit before the baby comes, sleep becomes more elusive. It takes me forever to get comfortable and fall back asleep after getting up, and since there are more of those bathroom trips, that means more time spent either almost awake or trying to fall asleep again. So if my night owl of a husband decides to come to bed after me, there’s a good chance he will hit one of those not-quite-asleep times. Greaaaat.
Clothes: Well, a new milestone has been reached: I don’t fit into a good deal of my sleep shirts. You know, the ones that used to be comfortably baggy. That’s fun. Continue reading →