Um. So I definitely planned on doing more of these bump dates but now I'm approaching the end of this pregnancy and that is just CRAZY. Nonetheless, here's a little update for you.
I'm feeling so done it's not even humorous anymore. I don't remember getting like this so early on with either of the boys. I mean I am DONE. Even with my growing list of "ish we need to do before baby arrives", I'm totally ok with not doing anything and just having this baby out of my body. I am so uncomfortable. Everything hurts worse sooner and for longer than with the first two. AND THE BRAXTON HICKS? Ughhhhhhhh. Third pregnancy is not a walk in the park. Is this baby cooked yet? Get it together, body.
I'm still not really craving anything. Zach says I probably do have cravings, but it's just a normal part of life for me. Even when I'm not pregnant, I all of a sudden need a certain food right then at that very moment. But if there's anything I can't get enough of, it's cauliflower. Oh sweet Jesus. Cauliflower all the things. Roasted, on pizza, in buffalo sauce, raw...yea. Anyway I can get it. It's so good.
On the topic of food, I'm trying to trim down my sweet tea inhalation. It never bodes well for me when I'm nursing, so I'm doing what I can now to break the addiction. And it is an addiction. It's like this compulsive need when we're anywhere near Chick fil A or Zaxby's (p.s. Zaxby's tea is better), I just have to get a sweet tea. But I need to start cutting myself off now before baby comes and it causes all the inevitable tummy problems. Sweet tea, dairy, and spicy foods are all things that I say good-bye to when baby is nursing. Sigh. It's worth the sacrifice, but I miss those things when they're gone. Bye cilantro. I'm going to miss you so much it hurts. Sniff.
I've gained a lot of weight. I don't want to talk about it. 146 at my last appointment. That's a 28 pound gain. Go me. Might be because of the cookie dough eating.
Jonah's getting pretty creative with his baby name suggestions. His latest ideas : Michaelangelo Buttflicks, Shina, Hamato-yoshi (seriously.), and Shanku. You'd think we watch a lot of anime or something. We don't. Kids are weird.
Emery is obsessed with babies and I'm getting so excited to see him as a big brother. I still can't wrap my mind around the fact that my baby isn't going to the baby in a few months. He's still so little to me. He snuggles and cries and still has his binky. (And no, it's not going anywhere anytime soon, I don't care what anyone says. I need that thing.) I know that as soon as this baby is born, his hands are going to look so huge. That was the first thing I noticed about Jonah after Emery was born. All of a sudden, he had toddler hands and wasn't my baby anymore. I'm really kind of emotional about that, but I know Emery's going to be such a sweet big brother. He obviously is too young to understand that there's an actual human inside my belly, but he always comes up to me and pulls up my shirt and kisses my belly, rubs it, and says, "Daaaaaaa." which is Emery for "niiiicce". Let's hope he's as sweet with the baby as he is with my belly. Me thinks there might me some serious jealousy to look forward to. But we'll see.
The not knowing the gender thing is starting to annoy me a little. Not enough to make me want to find out what it is, I'm so glad we don't know, but the not being able to prepare is so frustrating! If it's a boy, no big deal. No big changes. We have all of the clothes and blankets and socks and hats to last until he's at least 4. But if it's a girl.... Ok now don't get on my case about the gender thing. I know. I KNOW girls can wear "boy" things. But really, I'm just so sick of seeing the same clothes over and over and over again. If I have a girl, I want all new things. New clothes. New blankets. New hats. New socks. New shoes. New everything! Because GIRL. So the not being able to prepare for the potential wardrobe change is annoying, but I know it'll be fine. Newborns don't need clothes anyway. A white onesie, diaper, a good swaddle blanket, those are pretty much the essentials, right?
As we get closer to the 36 week mark, which is when I went into labor both times, I'm starting to get a little nervous about the whole birth process. It never gets easier, mamas. Hate to break it to you. You'll always be nervous. I had two totally different birth experiences so I'm kind of anxious about what this one will be like. Everyone tells me the third baby is the wild card. I was in labor for 14 hours with Jonah. It was an invasive and traumatizing experience that maybe someday I'll write about, but it's what led us to being anti hospital and pro home birth. When our home birth midwife quit us after 2 days in labor and almost 5 cm dilated 4 days before Emery was born (yea.), we were forced into a hospital birth and it was such a beautiful and redeeming experience. It was perfect. The midwife that delivered Emery was incredible. (You can read his birth story here.) Anyway, the point is, the two night and day birth experiences make me reallyyyy nervous about this one. I don't even know how to prepare for it. But I'm also kind of excited. Zach's an amazing birth coach/partner and I love sharing the experience with him. It's so special. Anyway. I'm rambling for real.
And there's my bump date. Can this count as What Would A Mom Wear post too? Cool. Cause I kind of like my outfit. Even the striped socks. Fun fact : those jeans are not maternity. They're being held up by a super stretched out hair tie on the button and a belly band and a super tight camisole. I win. And the shoes are my sister's but I'm never giving them back.