I’ve been trying to not sweat about long breaks in my blogging. I want to get four posts up every week and lately it feels like I make that goal and then take an entire week off or I don’t have extra energy to spare to do any writing when it comes time for the boys’ naps or after they’re upstairs with Joel for bedtime stories.
It’s been fun having the journal of my pregnancy with Graham and Miles to look back on so I want to keep on top of my updates with this pregnancy but, you know, time cruises along and I just miss the chance.
The last time I took a belly picture was at 27 weeks, now I’m into my 32nd week already! Time is flying by so fast, I feel like it will be August before I can blink.
Here’s my latest belly picture, which was technically taken at week 31.
I look all happy because I have my face scrunched up to hide the large bags under my eyes and the fact that I hadn’t showered in two days. But, I am happy too.
Summer fruit is a big perk of being pregnant right now. I think I’ve eaten six nectarines in the last two days, I just can’t get enough. And with girly riding so low I’ve got quite the shelf to keep my bowl close to my mouth.
By the time you’re reading this, we should have the boys transitioned to their new twin beds (I’ll have to make a separate post on that) and I should have some of the clutter sorted out in our bedroom. We want to get the closet in our spare bedroom downstairs turned into a mini-office for paper taming and organizing my crafts so until then our room has become some what of a dumping grounds for a bunch of odds and ends that really don’t belong in our room.
Physically I’ve been doing about as well as expected. I get a sore lower back the most of anything I can complain about but it hasn’t been anything debilitating. I’m still not getting swollen up, even with the hot weather we’ve been having I’ve managed to drink enough water and eat well enough to keep my body working well for me. Now if I could only kick the staying up too late habit then I’d have better mornings but I’ll always be a night owl so I’m never surprised when I’m up late just because.
Mentally things are up and down emotionally. I’m definitely in the hormonal last two months of pregnancy and find myself getting annoyed at the sound of my husband eating pretzels or totally frustrated that I dropped something and have to bend down to pick it up. Little stupid things that would otherwise not phase me are on my radar of annoyances. I try to keep it in perspective and keep my cool but there have been a few blow ups for no good reason.
Because the doctor I have selected has a policy to do a c-section at 41 weeks for all VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean) patients I have a hard stop of knowing when our girl will be here. It’s a balance between wanting to go full term or long enough but not too early. I want to have a healthy vaginal birth, I don’t want a c-section if I can avoid it. It’s a weird waiting game that I can do nothing about. And yet, the clock ticks on and my to do list gets longer. Luckily we have some weekends coming up where we’ve lined up help from family and friends so hopefully we’ll get a bunch more work wrapped up.