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Weekly Update

35 weeks

Size of baby: Large Cantaloupe (up to 22 inches, approx, 5.5 lbs)

Newly craved food:  Veggie subs from Subway

Food aversions: Beef, fried foods

What do you miss?  Being comfortable.

What are you looking forward to?  The ability to sleep on my back, stomach, or however I wish.

What was the BEST part of last week?  Hubster was able to attend our childbirth class and car seat safety class with me, which was awesome!  I attended one class solo and was the only one there without a partner…it was very sad, so I’m super glad he’s been able to be at the rest of them.

What was the WORST part of last week?  The baby dropped and now I’ve been having a significant amount of hip, pelvic and back pain as well as cramping.

35 Weeks

 

I Need a Little Sun in my Life

This winter has dragged by.  It seems like we have had a snowstorm nearly every weekend since November 1st!  Yesterday, it was beautiful, warm and sunny….and today it’s a rainy mess.

I think I’m a little depressed.  On Friday, the baby dropped.  That would be a good thing, except for the tremendous pain and discomfort I’m in.  It’s hard to bend at all anymore.  It hurts to walk.  And then this morning, I put a pair of my full-panel jeans on and the panel fits differently now that my belly is even lower than before.  I pulled out a maternity top that was billed as a “tunic,” but it looks more like  a mumu.  It’s raining outside and it’s really dark out.  I’m tired and can’t imagine doing this for another five weeks to reach my due date.  I’ve been reminded that I might go past my due date.

Ugh.  I need the rain to stop.  I need a little sun in my life!

Why Every Pregnant Woman Needs an Exercise Ball

About a year ago when Hubster wanted to get an exercise ball, I was against it.  I pictured this big ol’ ball taking up what precious little floor space we had.  I pictured it sitting there collecting dust because neither of us would ever use it.

Then I got pregnant.

Toward the end of my second trimester when the aches and pains starting to really set in, I begged him to pull that deflated exercise ball (which, I was correct, had never been used) out of the closet and pump some life into it.  I had heard the benefits of an exercise ball for labor (aka a birthing ball).  If it helped ease pain in labor, it had to help during pregnancy, right?!

It. Is. Wonderful.

I bounce on that thing almost every day.  Unlike sitting in a chair, laying down or standing, the exercise ball takes all pressure off of my lower back and pelvis.  Last night, I think it saved me from a trip to labor & delivery.  Cramping and back pain set in and my doctor suggested that it might be the baby’s position on a nerve.  If I had an exercise ball, I could move my hips around to try and put baby in a different position.  That’s when that little light above my head (you know, the cartoon light that pops on when you have a fabulous idea) sputtered to life.  ”Yes, I have an exercise ball!”  If the pain didn’t subside, I’d have to take a trip into the hospital to get checked out.

I proceeded to bounce my little heart out on that exercise ball and – alas! – Baby C must have been sitting on a nerve, because the pain started to subside.  Hooray!

I strongly recommend an exercise ball for every pregnant woman!  Whether you have issues with back pain or just for a strange instance such as the one I had last night, it could save you from popping pills for your pain, suffering in silence, or even from a trip to labor & delivery.

Surrendering to the Waddle

In the back of my mind, I have always thought that ladies at the end of their pregnancies with the arched backs and the duck waddle were exaggerating.  Why would anyone need to counterbalance by bending backward?  And why, WHY, would anyone need to walk like a duck?

Reality came knocking on my door over the weekend.  This type of walk is NOT an exaggeration.  Unfortunately, it’s one of the many “joys” of the end of pregnancy, when your legs feel like disconnected extensions of your aching pelvis and you don’t think your body could possibly support the enormous growth of your uterus for one more second.  That’s when you start to waddle.

I’ve never felt more pregnant…or ginormous.