When people ask how far along I am, my answer the past while has been, “Oh, uh, I’m about twenty three weeks. No, twenty six. Twenty six? Wait, no. I don’t remember. Yeah.”
I’m due in February, and unlike my past, I-know-my-gestation-period-to-the-day pregnancies, that’s all I know for sure. February.
This week, I remember more easily because of this milestone–third trimester!
This has been my toughest pregnancy physically, but I am finally enjoying it! There’s a sweet spot in pregnancy that’s just euphoric: past sickness, but before the painfully large, skull stuck in my pelvis stage. This is a much smaller window of the “pleasantly pregnant” stage than I’d expected, but I’m sure relieved to be here!
Some new developments at 27/28 weeks:
♥ Going to start using hearts as bullet points in celebration of diluting the man-cave I live in with femininity.
♥ I’m not as swollen as I’d expected yet, but I’m sure it’s still coming. My friend Krystal threw in some extensions for me in preparation of puffy-face.
♥ During every weight-gain phase of my life, I get an incredible amount of, “You look just like Hilary Duff!” comments. They’re rolling in thick, so I know my rounder face is arriving.
♥ Baby girl is still nameless.
♥ My sweet tooth is almost non existent.
♥ There is nothing I enjoy more than lemons and vinegar. I’ve never craved food, per se, in any pregnancy, but I usually have one or two “still sounds appealing” items. So far, lemons, apples, and salads with vinegar-based dressings are the only things that sounds satisfying.
♥ I’ve never actually eaten sliced lemons until now, and I’m pretty positive my dentist is going to cash in on that soon when my teeth are deteriorated.
♥ Baby girl is still relatively quiet. I’m sure there are several factors in that, liiiike chasing big brothers all over, but she’s started to move noticeably more this week. She seems to like to stretch more than kick and jab, and my internal organs don’t sit well from a prolonged stretch.
♥ I’m preparing Gus’s room for Gus’s new roommate: Roscoe. My apprehension about transitioning Roscoe to a bed in a new room has overshadowed any baby nursery decorating. I’m SO worried about the new arrangements causing sleep interruptions with both my boys, both at night and naps. (Gus doesn’t nap but has “rest time,” and Roscoe definitely still needs a nap.) I do NOT rock the boat with sleep, especially prior to a new baby.
♥ Seafood is still the only meat I enjoy, but I am finally able to stomach adding more meat into my diet. I credit some of my feeling better to a higher protein intake…mostly because I had that issue with Roscoe. Oops.
♥ Gus and Roscoe talk often about baby sister and are hugely entertained by feeling my tummy for kicks. Baby girl never fails to freeze as soon as a hand touches my stomach, but both my boys act surprised and excited “feeling her feet” anyway.
♥ I’m carrying baby girl way higher than I carried my boys.
♥ Absolutely no one has tried to touch my tummy. Absolutely everyone tells me, “You’ve sure got your hands full!” I’m sure my smile looks just like a plastered on smile emoji.
♥ I am enjoying sleeping like a rock, and Brian almost always lets me sleep in. Pregnancy is rough on us both as it puts a much heavier load on him in the parenting department, but I sure appreciate his efforts. I can’t decide if I’m super lucky or if he’s slightly afraid of Pregnant Ashton.
♥ I haven’t experienced any Braxton Hicks yet, but I do have these weird back cramps that feel like I’m having back labor for just a few minutes, and then I’m sore for a couple days. Has anyone else experienced this!?
♥ Already praying for a good sleeper.