Oh my, oh my. How the third trimester has come and laid the boom on me. It was like the power of suggestion of entering the 28th week alone was enough to make my body go into slo-mo. I feel quite sloth like, like a sloth travelling through quicksand with a giant belly sack strapped to the front. My energy has gone downhill. My running has gone way downhill. My ability to tie my shoes has gone downhill. I don’t even bother painting my toenails anymore because, why bother, I can’t see them anyways and it’s in the middle of winter. At least I am starting to see the light at the end of the pregnancy tunnel, with only 9 more weeks to go.
There is still a lot to get done before than, too. Cleaning off baby things, arranging the nursery, packing a hospital bag, pre-registering for the hospital and organizing all the 0-3 months baby clothes. As the queen of procrastination, I’m sure this will all get started at approximately Week 37.
Baby #2, however, is doing fantastic and continues to grow like a weed. At 31 weeks, Baby is measuring 16 inches in length and weighing 3.3 pounds and is approximately the size of a coconut. This is funny to me, because my stomach resembles more of a small globe at this point, so baby to stomach ratio is probably 1:3. I have yet to experience any Braxton Hicks contractions at this point, but I never had any with J either, so who knows. I’m just hoping that my body, this time around, decides to prepare itself better for laboring.
Until next time…Belly Out!