I am nearly 8 months pregnant. Man, does that feel weird to say. We are now 5 weeks away from the big shindig and I am definitely starting to get nervous. Every little weird or odd feeling I get makes me say, “Was that a contraction?”. I haven’t experienced what I would deem as any Braxton Hicks contractions, so I still really don’t know what they will feel like. But I’m pretty sure when it would happen, I’ll definitely know (or at least hope I would know).
This week, Baby Mason is the size of a honeydew melon and weighs approximately 5.25 pounds and is 18 inches in length.
How I’m Feeling:
The Baby is definitely starting to put a little more pressure on my ribcage and diaphragm. I find myself getting more easily out of breath and growing irritated with my lack of quality of sleep. It’s hard to sleep when some little feet are tap dancing along your lower ribcage. I don’t feel that the baby is dropping at all, I am pretty sure my emergency potty trips would be increasing in frequency if that was the case. Maybe those Depends that Mike got at his diaper party were really meant for me. I am definitely more grateful that I purchased my maternity support belt because there are definitely more days at work I find I need to wear it to keep my back pain in check. Especially on days where I feel like less of a woman and more of a weeble wobble. Speaking of weeble wobbles, that’s how I pretty much feel anymore when I go running. I feel like my feet are stuck in bubble gum, molasses, and Nickelodean GAK all at the same time and that I literally move as fast as paint dries. I get tired so much quicker and it doesn’t take long before the pressure on my lower pelvis becomes uncomfortable and I decide “Yup, time to walk”. My runs have been averaging 2-3 miles at a time, with about a 9:30-10:00/mile pace. But I can still kind of run! But probably not for much longer I am sure.
How Baby is Doing: Baby continues to practice his or her training for American Ninja Warrior. In that he or she is incredibly way too active. I can now feel exactly where the feet are at any given time. This week I will start to have my weekly OB appointments to check how “close” I am to popping and I also will be having another ultrasound to check growth and development. Since, depending on who you’re asking, I’m either still “so small” or “getting huge”.
How Husband is Doing: Michael managed to put together our 3 tier storage cube for the baby nursery this week. He is getting incredibly too adept at using his screwdriver. Also, that should not be taken the wrong way you sickos. I am sure he is getting excited to put together all the other baby items we have received from our 2 showers as well. It’s just practice for future years when all Christmas toys require assembly, batteries, and curse words. He also has been silently biting his tongue after I ask for a back, calf, or foot massage of the millionth time. I think we probably should just consider hiring a full time masseuse.
35 Week Belly Shot!
Please Excuse my crazy hair, crazy eyes, and newly found skin-tone of “always looking sunburnt”. I am trying to practice the look of Disheveled Mother that I should hopefully have mastered by the time this baby is a week old.