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Weeks 28-31 Update

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.

Let’s watch my belly grow, why don’t we?!
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Until next time…Belly Out!

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31 Weeks

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Yes, I have always been a Browns Fan. And even when they do stupid things that make me say “WHY??” I still continue cheering like a masochist.

This is becoming newest thing: being late with updates.  I’m just going to go with the fact that I’m allowed to since life has this funny way of never slowing down.  This past weekend was Mother’s Day (my first unofficial one), which I spent celebrating with my Mom.
She’s been putting up with my shenanigans for a long, long time and I always like to make sure she knows how much she truly is appreciated.

However, in all my business, I totally forgot to post my update for 31 weeks.  We are now T-minus 9 weeks until the arrival of Baby Mason! Yikes.  This week, Baby is now over 16 inches long and weighs 3.3 pounds.  He or she is now the size of coconut.  Which is funny because I feel like lately my belly looks more like a basketball.  Coconut…basketball…essentially the same size.

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What can I say?  This week, the belly has definitely popped out more.  I mean, it had already popped, but we are talking really popped.  I feel like I am carrying something out front that is larger than my rear end ever was in the history of my life.  I can no longer see my toes.  Which is super fun when you are trying to run outside and can’t see where your feet are going.  I feel like I get short of breath so much easier.  I find it funny that I breathe better when I am running than I do when I go up our stairs to the second floor.  How is that possible?  My diaphragm is obviously taking a beating from little feet.

My running has also taken a severe beating.  I can still do it.  But I have to do it much slower.  And occasionally walk.  Where 2 weeks ago, I could still hold a steady 9:00/mile pace, I now am lucky if I am in the ballpark of 9:30/mile…and dropping.  I have very few workout clothes that fit me and I find that I have to do laundry a ton more to keep the items that still fit me clean.  But at least I can still do it!  It’s a way for me to relax and feel like I still have some way to beat my personal stress and keep my energy levels high.  I think all the running has really helped so far keep away the Third Trimester Fatigue.  It’s coming for me I’m sure, but I want to keep it away for a while still.

Sleeping still sucks.  There is no if’s, and’s, or but’s about it.  I wake up at least 10 times a night.  I toss, turn, and take a few karate kicks to the gut.  It’s no fun, but I know it’s preparing me for all the sleepless nights ahead.  I just keep asking, can’t I just get one solid night of sleep?  No?  Poppycock.

I am getting excited because baby showerpalooza is coming up over the course of the next few weeks.  I can’t wait to see family and friends to celebrate the upcoming arrival of our bundle of active baby.

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I like my sweeper placement in this picture. It looks like it’s growing out of my butt. Nice.

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