This week is Week 32, which means ideally I can count the number of weeks left on my hands. I will state here and now, however, that I fully expect this kid to be as late as possible. Call it a hunch.
Things are going well. A quick rundown on the pregnancy:
- I’ve had some swelling recently, and my nurse told me to up my water intake from 2 liters a day to 3. As if I wasn’t going to the bathroom enough as it is. My ring is on and off my finger as needed. My mother-in-law sent me a ring holder necklace for my birthday, just in time!
- Walking for exercise is difficult – my tummy gets tight and sore, and, you know, with all the water, I have to stop every ten minutes to pee. The weather is getting nicer, and I’d love to go for a long walk outside, but the bathroom availability is scarce. Now I’m really glad we got the treadmill!
- As of my appointment last week – week 31 – I’ve gained 30 pounds. The nurse didn’t say anything, but she did get this look on her face. I don’t know what to do about it. I don’t feel I eat poorly – I certainly don’t shovel a pint of ice cream in my face twice a day. My normal daily menu consists of an apple, a slice of toast with PB and honey, less than a carton of yogurt with muesli mixed in, and then whatever we have for dinner, including a veggie starter. I’m drinking my water, and I’m on the treadmill for 40-50 minutes at least 3-4 days a week. Other than the fact that Stephen keeps calling for that 17 pound baby (asshole), I can’t really account for the weight gain. But I’m trying not to worry about it too much – my glucose test came back fine, so until the nurse freaks out, I’ll try to remain calm.
- The nurse scheduled a sonogram last week to check the size of the baby – she seems to be a bit worried he’ll be on the big side. But the doctor said he’s average for his age, so hopefully no 17 pound baby, as Stephen keeps predicting.
- Around Christmas, I had been having trouble breathing at night, so started using Breathe-right strips, but then I stopped. Lately I’ve been having some issues, not with breathing, per se, but I’ve felt like oxygen hasn’t been getting to my brain – kind of light headed feeling, but not really feeling like I’m going to pass out. Stephen made me start using the strips again, because apparently I’ve developed a bit of sleep apnea at night. “You stop breathing for a minute, and it freaks me out!” I told him he does that, too, and his response: “I’m not growing a baby.” Anyway, the strips have helped, and I haven’t had that oxygen-deprived feeling since.
- My blood pressure has been remarkably good, considering I was on blood pressure medication before I got pregnant. My nurse is always so excited about my blood pressure – “It’s so good!” she says every time. We’ll see if it shoots up in the next few weeks – I’ve read that it can do that in the third trimester.
I’ve been working on sewing some burp cloths, but ran into a small bump (er, burp!) last week. I’m adjusting my construction plan and hope to get them all sewn up this week. Stephen doesn’t get it – “You’re making cute things the baby is just going to puke on.” Well, yeah, but it’s a small thing I can do. His mother pointed out that I haven’t had the opportunity to do a whole lot of nesting, and I guess she’s right – I guess that’s what this is. Since we’re in an apartment, overseas, making a nursery seems kind of a waste. Besides, the baby will more than likely be in the room with us until next February, which is currently the “go home to the US” date. So, no nursery decorating. We’re also trying to keep the amount of baby stuff small, for the same reason – the kid won’t need much before 7 months, which is when we’re currently slated to go home, so why buy a bunch of stuff? Now if we sign up for another year, we’ll have some serious purchases to make.
The other issue – the one that’s causing me the most stress – is that we’re supposed to be moving apartments soon, but we don’t know when. We’ve put off buying a bunch of baby stuff, because why buy it then move it? But I’m getting close to the “baby could come at any time” time, and we don’t even have things like diapers. We figure even if we find out about a new apartment this week, it’ll still be about a month before we’re in the new place, and that puts me around Week 35. Week 35, and I don’t have diapers, a car seat, a thing to clean the baby’s nose out, or things I’m going to need postpartum. Oh, and I want to make a bunch of meals to freeze, but our current freezer is tiny, so I need to wait until we have a bigger freezer.
If I start thinking about it too much, I start really stressing. Oddly, the fact that we don’t have what we need stresses me out more than the thought of labor and childbirth. I’m still remarkably calm about that.
We did get the baby box, though!! Photos to come soon – I finally gave in and started washing the clothes, so once they’re all clean and folded I’ll take a picture. But that link will show you essentially what I got. Since I’m not part of the Finnish healthcare system, I had to buy it off someone else. Still, it’s totally a Finnish experience I want! 🙂
So we’re set on a bed for the baby, we certainly have plenty of clothes to start off with, and really, as long as I don’t have any problems breastfeeding, newborns don’t need a whole lot. So hopefully we’ll be able to make do – but we still need those diapers and a car seat….
Stephen sent this to me last week, and I got a good giggle out of it:
Baby Translator (may not be SFW)