29 weeks! Almost in the 30’s…eeeeek! And yes, if you’re noticing I skipped right over my 28 week update, you’re not imagining things. I’ll be posting it along with my 29 week update later…End of last week/weekend was busy, and then I was tired. And tired usually wins out over everything else these days.
Cami: Ross (from mom)
Belt: Yep…Old Navy…these elastic belts are the shiz.
Pants: Motherhood, a work wardrobe staple at this point
Shoes: Sperry (from James)
My dear, sweet mama bought me a bunch of maternity tops when I started this whole crazy adventure. Some fit, some didn’t, some still don’t, some had to be exchanged…This is one that I obtained in that whole situation, but I couldn’t wear it for a long time because I just didn’t fill it out. I’m finding that maternity tops are just too big and boxy for me in the ribcage area, which makes me look sloppy, so until that area fills out, I’m still belting the shiz out of life. I add a cami for more coverage because maternity that have the ruched, elastic sides tend to ride up…a lot…I can’t wear jeans to work, so these pants have been a lifesaver.
I’m feeling pretty good these days. Saw the doc this week, and they said I’m doing extremely well with my health, etc. It’s good to hear, because I do have bad days where I just feel so run down. And sleeping is a chore and getting worse by the week. But I suppose I should get used to that, considering babies are all about themselves and their own schedules and not caring if mama sleeps…ha!
I have lots of little aches and pains, including a new one that circles half of my belly button. It’s like she’s in there pinching me. But if she’s anything like me, she’s likely a little feisty and pinching wouldn’t be out of the ordinary…she moves around all the time and really dislikes when I cross my arms and rest them on my belly. She kicks them EVERY time, as if to say, “listen, don’t invade my space. I own this body now, and you’re an intruder.”
I got told to take it easy. Because when you’re pregnant, you still feel like your body works mostly the same so you lift boxes and do crazy things, like kicking up legs during self-portrait sessions and your body quickly reminds you to slow the ef down…then the doctor shows concern and you’re all, “OMG…preterm labor…blah blah…braxton hicks…blah blah…I need to lay down…” So I rest when my body tells me, and even when it doesn’t, because laying down is amazing right now. So are donuts. I need one. With raspberry jelly inside. I blame the baby.
Things are going well, and we’re getting very excited/anxious/overwhelmed, but trying to enjoy every minute until we meet our girl.
11 weeks to go! Man that seems daunting when I think about how much my belly still needs to grow in that time frame…these posts may turn into me wrapped in king-size bed sheets.