How big is baby: A pineapple at 19.4 inches and 4.4 pounds.
Weight gain/loss: One pound gain, as hoped, for 21 lbs, but I'm measuring a week ahead.
Stretch marks: After two pregnancies, I somehow still don't have any.
Sleep: Tony has had a cough for the past two weeks to join into the fun of Ezra waking up and Isaac still occasionally calling for us. Throw in some insomnia, my pelvic pain and nightly leg cramps.
Diet/Cravings/Aversions: I’m just kind of over food and cooking all together. Hummus is still a no go unfortunately. I’m eating a lot of salads, but need to find a little more variety.
Movement: We’re transitioning from kicks to rolls and pushes.
What I'm loving: Thinking about not being at work for almost 3 months.
Symptoms: You name it. The pregnancy insomnia is really the worst right now and my hormone fueled emotions.
What I'm looking forward to: Meeting this little one. I saw a picture on facebook the other day of a photographer I follow. It took me about 5 seconds to decide I was looking at my best guess of what this little miss could look like. I haven’t spent a lot of time wondering, since really, who knows! But seeing that picture, it was the first time I actually could envision a body in the clothes that I’m purchasing.
Best moment of the week: I’m going to say tomorrow will probably be the best moment of the week. Tony will work his final MSHSL playoff game and then we’ll coast to the end of the season!
How I'm feeling: Like an emo 29 year old. Yesterday I wrote a short post and deleted it, as many of you in google reader saw, and I’ll totally own that I was way too melodramatic, even for me. I’m just very overwhelmed right now and I feel like every.single.detail of my life is out of my control. I feel like all of my efforts are just not enough, because there are too many needs to fulfill.
I had my first appointment at the new midwife group and unfortunately, it just didn’t meet expectations. I felt like I was going into it with very low expectations, but even with those, they weren’t met. At the end of the day, I know that if this baby, born on the side of the road, is healthy, nothing else really matters . . . but I’d just hoped that since I’m not planning for that birth that I could make a decision with reasonable confidence.