Here I sit at 33.28 weeks. With a photo from 32.86 weeks. Having not written since 31 weeks.
I have finally gotten.... tired. It hit pretty suddenly, I think. I knew I'd been slowing down, in the sense that I wasn't walking as much as I used to because my hips hurt at some point. But last week I realized that I couldn't do everything I wanted to (i.e. couldn't get everything done that I wanted to because I felt like crap when I did. If I didn't stop myself and force myself to just sit down and rest, I would get so tired I felt like passing out.)
Part of it, undoubtedly, is that summer hit last weekend. The temperatures got into the 90's, and I became an uber bitch. I realized that the heat just puts me over the edge. Usually I can deal with one thing well, two things start to get rough and three is when I become bitchy. Being 33 weeks pregnant, I'm already dealing with one thing. So if MJ gets whiny I am less patient than usual. But if it's hot, and MJ gets whiny, I'm just a terrible person. I didn't realize this until the end of the weekend, so I spent much of the weekend being super bitch. Next time I may just insist on A/C and then those around me will be better off all around.
I am looking very pregnant these days (see above if you need confirmation). Everybody stares now, and looks like they want to strike up a conversation. This is most common on the elevator. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the person next to me staring, looking like they want to say something. Because everyone wants to know. You're the automatic conversation starter. "When are you due? What are you having? How are you feeling?" No one can resist, so they stare, waiting for an opening to strike up a conversation, and I try to stay absorbed in my own world so I don't have to have the same conversation 8 times a day.
I love the question "Are you going to work right up until you deliver?" The alternative, when you have a toddler, is to not work and to stay home, presumably with your toddler. And I guarantee that chasing a toddler at 40 weeks pregnant sounds way more exhausting than sitting at my desk all day. So yes, I will "work" until the end, unless that no longer sounds doable. I made it clear to DH this week that I am going to be needing more help. That I will be doing less around the house. I think he is starting to get it.
Let's see, other things pregnancy related. 32 week appointment (last week) went well. Nothing to report. I was up 36 pounds but haven't weighed myself since. We met with our doula last week, which felt very productive. It got us thinking about all the delivery things again. By this point in last pregnancy I was obsessively reading books about labor and delivery. A lot of Ina May Gaskin was happening. And this time, I'm just not really thinking about it. Avoidance, maybe? I'm not sure that all of that focus did me much good last time, so perhaps a more relaxed attitude will be a good thing. Sleep has become... intermittent. I've been spending more nights in the guest room bed, because all the tossing and turning of the dog and the hubs seems to keep me awake these days. I sleep well when I sleep by myself, but I think anything that wakes me up even a little bit reminds me that I have to pee and sends me to the bathroom.
The nursery still isn't complete, mainly because I've been busy? Distracted? Lazy? Probably all of those adjectives work. I get a little obsessive about planning the nursery. It's probably my favorite baby planning activity.
This week I drove up to the Iron Range for a two day work trip.
I spent a lot of time looking at mines. It's something I find fascinating, particularly in person. I struggled to take pictures that could capture the scale of these mines. I didn't really succeed. The pit in this pictures is about a mile across and 600 feet deep. And man made. I find these things beautiful, in a totally weird sort of way. It was a great trip, but made for a busy week.
Then I returned and landed myself at the OB's office due to uterine cramping. After being totally freaked out, and doing some testing, we decided it was from all the "off-roading" I did driving around these mines. All is fine, the muscle cramps have mostly gone away, and little girl is kicking away.
A friend of mine, whose due date was two days after mine, had her little boy this week. All seems to be well, but it was very sobering to me. It was also fascinating to see how "normal" he looks. There's a full-fledged baby in there, something I can't really wrap my head around, despite having been through this before.