I've had a few pregnancy-related things on my mind lately and decided I'd share them here. If you've been pregnant, perhaps you can relate. If not, here's a preview of things to come. And if you're a dude...please just sympathize if the woman in your life is currently carrying your unborn child.
1. Asking a pregnant woman to give a urine sample past about...oh...30ish weeks is a total joke. Tiny cup to pee into + huge belly = can't see what you're doing one bit. Hence the pee that inevitably gets on your hands every.single.time. At least urine is sterile, right?
2. Speaking of pee, I've been doing that a lot these days. Combine doctor's orders to drink a lot of water with a baby who likes to sit on, punch, and kick my bladder and you can bet I'm rushing to the toilet about every 30 minutes, which is quite inconvenient at night... Not to mention this urge to go, go, go, only to dribble, dribble, dribble once I'm there.
3. "Get as much rest as you can now before that baby comes!" HA. What rest? Besides the fact that I'm up peeing every half hour, there are baby belly dance parties at 3am, hormones raging through my body that think I'm okay with only five hours of sleep, and hips that ache after lying in one position for more than 10 minutes. I think our bodies try to prepare us for the newborn days, but I don't need preparation! Let me sleep now!
4. Rolling over in bed. Getting out of bed. Add a huge, beached whale to the picture. That pretty much covers it.
5. You know what's good? Chocolate. Cookies. Ice cream with chocolate sprinkles. A Pinterest board with over 20 desserts to try. I wouldn't say I've had many cravings this pregnancy, just...preferences. With Ava, I craved root beer, movie popcorn and...desserts. This pregnancy I went through a cinnamon phase, but now I'm just all about desserts. I don't CRAVE them. I just want them. It's not the same, I tell you!
6. Nesting instinct? My nesting instinct is that I want someone else to do all the work. Well, technically someone else SHOULD be doing all of the work since I am supposed to be on bed rest...
7. Oh, bed rest. I'm so glad mine is not restrictive. I've definitely tested the waters a few times - hello, trip to Once Upon a Child. My contractions have not gotten worse and I haven't had to go to the hospital again, so I think I'm good as long as I continue to take it as easy as possible...with a couple outings here and there to maintain my sanity!
8. Last week my OB said the baby was breech. I looked up all kinds of funky techniques to do at home to try to get the baby to turn. I shined flashlights in there, used cold packs, boosted my hips up with pillows, and inverted my body on the stairs into a downward-dog position. The baby has definitely moved, but I'm not sure WHERE. Kicks and jabs mostly come on the top of my belly, which would indicate a head-down position, but I still sometimes feel movements on my bladder/cervix area. And it is NOT comfortable. I think this kid is doing acrobatics in there...
9. Thank you to the waitress at Northside Social restaurant for telling me that I am tiny. Most people like to say, "Are you sure it's not twins?" or "I bet you're gonna pop any day now." There should be at least one class for everyone on HOW to talk to pregnant women. How easy is it to just say, "You look great!" or "You look so cute!"
10. I'm ready. Ready to meet this baby. Ready to find out if it's a boy or girl. Ready to introduce Ava to her new sibling. And yet, I'm also trying to cherish the little kicks and jabs, even if they do hurt sometimes. I will probably miss my belly once it's gone. I'll miss Ava being my only baby. I'll miss those 5 hours of sleep! But...I'm ready.
Ava's ready too.