Hello and welcome to another edition of bumpdate! We’re nearing the end folks, and I’m starting to wonder which of these updates will be my last. This Friday I will hit the magical 37 week/full-term status and I’m kinda at the point where I’m ready for baby to make an appearance. Well, ready-ish. Emotionally ready? Doubt it. Physically ready? Yes please, I’m so uncomfortable, get out. Logistically ready? Basically. The only things we have left to do are to install our carseat and pack a bag for the hospital. Speaking of which, can someone please help me with that? So far in my hospital bag I have packed a wheel of brie, a hot tub, 3 bottles of wine, 17 pieces of salmon sashimi, a thermos of the strongest coffee Portland has to offer and a roller coaster. Am I missing anything? Please advise.
Bumpdate time. Let’s do dis.
Weeks: 36 weeks.
Baby is the size of: According to my weekly pregnancy newsletter, the baby is the size of a honeydew melon this week. Shyahhhh right! That can only be true if that honeydew melon is the size and weight of a 12 pound bowling ball.
Weight gain: Duh.
Cravings: I still just want all the ice cubes in the world. I don’t know if it’s the heat or what but I pretty much refuse to drink water if it doesn’t have 7 million ice cubes in it. And I’m seriously tempted to call Sonic and ask them to ship me some of their ice cubes. You know, the round little cubes that come in their limeades and such? They’re perfect. I daydream about them. (….It’s an exciting life I lead…)
Sleep: Not good. I’m waking up several times per night and then I stay awake for at least 1-2 hours each time. Basically I’m practicing for nighttime feedings… because I’m just such a good mama already.
Movement: This kid has some major reach. At any given time I can feel it crushing my pelvis, kicking my ribs and poking my sides, all at the same time. If the last bumpdate movements felt like Elaine Benes dancing, then this week is Richard Simmons workouts. Basically my baby has some really classy moves.
Symptoms: You know, I always thought that the pregnant waddle was (for the most part) exaggerated and probably avoidable. However, no. The only comfortable way for me to walk lately is with my legs 2 feet apart and my arms swinging like crazy. #seksi
Missing: I really miss not looking like a cabbage patch kid.
Happenings: We took a baby CPR class last week and as soon as we left the building I promptly forgot everything we learned. I’d like to blame pregnancy brain but that seems counterintuitive? I’ve since printed out the CPR manual and plan to make copies and stick them to every surface of our house.
Also happening, Casey and I took our babymoon trip last weekend! Which is such a ridiculous concept but I’ll take a vacation regardless of how silly it sounds. I’ll post more on that later this week… get excited.