Pregnancy Update: 35 Weeks
Doing one of those pregnancy updates, mostly for myself, so I can remember how strange these last few weeks are. Both in good ways and uncomfortable ways. If none of this is of interest to you, but you still found yourself here, skip on to the products part because I will be using most of these things even after I'm done growing a human.
Due Date:
May 12. Got a stubborn little Taurus baby on our hands. I'm legitimately excited. I love my Tauruses.
Maternity Clothing:
Some. I'm lucky that one of my girlfriends dropped by one night with a bag full of her maternity things, so I haven't had to buy much. I rotate a few pair of jeans and pants and then mostly make dresses I already have work. My mom is also in this life place of sending me flowy things in bigger sizes, which used to offend me and now makes me grateful.
Sleep:
Getting harder. My
has become a lifesaver for having something to prop my belly on and hug at night, making sleep much more comfortable. Harrison loves it, too, because it's an even higher place for him to sit and watch us while we sleep and kinda doze himself. He likes to wedge himself between the top of the pillow and my belly. I also get
really
hot at night. I think it's the extra blood (I've read a few places your body produces 50% more when you're pregnant), so sometime in the early morning every day, I'm throwing the covers off and trying to cool down. This is coming from someone who sleeps in sweats in the summer. Sometimes that means I have to get up and pee. No matter what, it gets Harrison very excited because he thinks mom's getting up for the day and he might get fed. He's wrong.
Stretch Marks:
Nope. I've been using
RELIGIOUSLY (twice a day, sometimes three--more on that below), and I feel like he's sucked my fat up into my belly and boobs, which I don't totally hate. So, nothing new *that I can see,* but that could change. In the meantime, I'm slathering myself like a little piglet.
Symptoms:
Fatigue. Food hangs out at the bottom of my throat. Sometimes I urp and it's gross. Constipation. Irritability.
Missing Anything:
BOOZE, mostly wine. Salami. Smoked salmon. Oysters. Chicken liver mousse. Sashimi. SLEEPING ON MY STOMACH. Being able to do chores and errands without taking a break every ten minutes. Not sounding like I'm out of breath after doing nothing. My ankles.
Movement:
Constant. He hangs out on my right side, mostly, and moves a ton. I know this is a good thing, but I think it wears out my body more. By 8 p.m. most nights, I'm down for the count. When I work late and have to commute an hour home, that means I have basically an hour before I'm asleep and have to get up to do it all over again.
Looking Forward To:
Meeting him, obviously...but the thing is, even with the belly and all the things going along with it, it still doesn't feel real. The bathroom stall door in public places will hit my belly and I'm still like, "Oh, yeah, that." But aside from seeing what Raz and I look like combined and becoming parents and all that jazz, I'm really looking forward to feeling like a human again. Maybe I'll miss some of it after. Yet to be seen.
What's Made Me More Comfortable:
! Soft pants! Prenatal yoga! Foot rubs! Enchiladas! Bravo!
Emotions:
A little overwhelmed. A little scared. Pretty stoked. Really grateful. Ready to do the damn thing.
Helpful Products:
After we told my mom I was pregnant, she got on Amazon and sent me a lifetime supply of Palmer's cocoa butter. I appreciated that, but I also don't loooove the smell of that stuff, so I decided to ration it. Come over and I'll let you use as much as you want.
Since I had plotted with my best friend to try to be pregnant at the same time, with the caveat that she had to go first 1. because she had been married longer, 2. because I needed her to teach me everything, and 3. because she was already good at changing diapers, I got myself some of
that she had used during her pregnancy to not get any stretch marks on her belly. I've included it below. By Christmas, my mom and MIL had set the expectation that I should spend as much as time possible lounging by buying me lots of PJs. My natural state is on the couch watching Bravo with ice cream and a cat in my lap, so this has worked well. And even though I was offended when my mom originally bought me longjohns in a size large, I'm now appreciating the extra room. My MIL got me a really cozy set that doubles for eventual nursing (even though I feel very weird about purposefully sticking my boob in someone's mouth, I know it's a good thing to give my child my immune system--which is way above average and I'm not even going to feel slightly bad for bragging about how good it is--so I will try it and probably keep wearing those PJs, especially during the first few weeks when leaving the house won't be something I'll be particularly keen to do.).
Another thing that my BFF mentioned early on that has helped me a TON is wireless bras. I was shocked when, in my first trimester, the lady at VS measured me two cups bigger than I'd ever been and when I started hunting down wireless bras to fit my new bosom, it got frustrating quickly. They're all so matronly OR racerback OR both. Wtf is that about? Business opportunity. Patent it. However, I found a few really good ones at none other than
, which are also in the carrousel below. They're really pretty and have decent support, so I'll probably stock up on them just to have in general, even when I eventually size back down.
SO ANYWAY, here are some of those things I got and they got for me that I bequeath to you, my people.
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