What's been going on in our world? Well, Greg was away all of week 29 for training, so I entertained myself with Amazon Prime. Nesting mode has officially kicked in. Which is convenient since we are moving in a few months. Great timing, Casey. One of my most recent purchases was a full length mirror. When I realized Greg was going to be away when it arrived, I also realized that would mean I needed to put it together by myself. Anyone who knows me, knows this is bad news. I once started crying because I couldn't put together a $25 fan from Walgreens. This is not an exaggeration. Luckily, I had duct tape and wine on hand at the time.
Anyway, two things were accomplished that week. I successfully put together the mirror by myself, and Dutch was incessantly whiney and needy 24/7. Here is proof of both statements below.
Let me start with the best part: the painful flu shot. If you are a human being who has looked my direction for a minimum of three seconds, I have explained in full detail how I have not received a flu shot in over ten years, and was convinced, by multiple people, that it was probably a good idea while pregnant. I decided not to be selfish (parenting win) and got the shot at my 29 week check-up. Big mistake. Ever since then I have experienced a constant pain that can only be described as a great white shark gnawing on my left arm. Three weeks later, and it's finally *almost* getting better.
Since things were going quite swimmingly already, my mom decided she was suddenly hit with the plague. Off to Urgent Care we went! I texted my aunt to let her know what was going on. In case you didn't know, she is about as calm as me when it comes to medical situations. Due to our similar passion for hypochondria, and the fact that she has a few more years of experience than me, she is essentially a medical dictionary. It turns out we probably should have just called her for advice instead.
Me: At doctor with mom. Headache, queasy, sore throat.
Aunt Wendie: Did they check for strep? Offer her steroids?
Aunt Wendie: Antibiotics. Prednisone. Tell her to take it before she gets on the plane. Relieves pressure.
Five minutes later the doctor said the same exact thing. Next time we will just be calling Doctor Aunt Wendie and saving a trip. Luckily my mom was good as new the next day.
Symptoms: I finally gave in and am taking medication for my heartburn. Cue all the shrieks from the holistic mamas out there. Sorry ladies, I 100% understand and support your beliefs, but natural just wasn't cutting it for me anymore. I tried it all - papaya enzyme tablets, sitting up, chewing gum, tea - you name it. If one more person recommended ginger to me I was going to lose my mind. I have come to accept that just doing what you need to do to survive is okay. Even if that means sobbing while eating Talenti gelato and popping Pepcid AC. This too shall pass.
Movement: There have been moments in the past few weeks where I was certain this child was about to climb through my skin and make an early appearance. According to all of my pregnancy apps, the little one is weighing in at anywhere between 3-4 pounds right now - and I BELIEVE it. Movements are felt a whole lot more - and this baby loves to party (specifically between the hours at 11pm and 5am while its mother is trying to sleep).
My Body: Is definitely changing. People do keep telling me I look small for how far along I am, which I certainly appreciate (who is paying them to say these things??), but I have definitely gained a solid 15-20 pounds at this point. I'd like to credit the tray of brownies that I made last week and have been enjoying completely on my own because Greg "doesn't like brownies". That is in quotations because I refuse to believe it's a real statement because only Satan himself dislikes brownies. Speaking of my body, I recently spoke to one of my best friends about one of my major concerns for life post-pregnancy.
Me: I'm starting to get really sad about the fact that I won't be able to wear maternity jeans much longer.
Kristina: Who says you have to stop?
Me: Well, nobody really but don't you think after a few months postpartum, it's time to get back into real clothes?
Kristina: How will anyone even know?
Me: Oh I don't know, Greg might notice when I casually undress and there's still an elastic waistband that reaches up to my nipples.
Kristina: Solid point.
Basically, Kristina is the best friend in the world for even suggesting such a thing. After typing this whole conversation out, I do also realize a benefit of continuing to wear maternity jeans is having a guaranteed method of birth control for quite some time. I'll keep you updated on my decision.
Childbirth: I'm starting to realize that this is actually happening and I still have about zero plans. I'm just going to stick with the saying, "You make plans, and God laughs". That applies to childbirth, yes? I'm going to go with that. Plus, my sidekick Jenn gifted me with adult diapers, Tucks, nipple cream, and breastfeeding alcohol test trips - so I figure I'm all set and there's not much more to figure out. She's had three (very adorable kids), so her word is gospel in my opinion.