Running Through a Fulfilled Life


Weeks 36-39 Update

I figured I’d just slap together a blurb about the final weeks of pregnancy since, guess what, I am no longer pregnant.  I definitely slacked on a final blog entry and I wanted to share my final belly pictures and how I was feeling over the final weeks of pregnancy.

How did I feel?  Like a stuffed, prize pig ready to take to the fair.  The inn had run out of rooms.  The whale had placed itself firmly on the beach.   I was definitely ready to meet our baby instead of carry it.  The final weeks of pregnancy were rough.  My energy waned big time and it became difficult by Week 38 to even walk on the treadmill for 25-30 minutes let alone think about running.  In fact, my last treadmill run happened at 38 weeks and then I never had a happy thought to do it again.  All I felt was pressure and discomfort and my bladder felt like it was being punched every 2 seconds.

I wound up gaining a little more weight with this pregnancy than I did with James, about 32 pounds this go-round vs. 27 pounds, and this was probably due to eating my feelings and then having no energy to do all the things during the day.   So, I’m sure that extra 5 pounds will be extra fun to try to lose later, but I’m hopefully going to be motivated and up to the challenge.   After all, I’ve been buying way too much Lularoe lately and I want some of the more fitted items to fit…correctly.

Here’s how the final 4 weeks shook out in belly form:


My next post will be the birth story, which hopefully I’ll be a bit more prompt with since I’m now on maternity leave and working on balancing a new family of 4, including a rambunctious toddler and snuggly newborn.  Wait, that sounds exhausting, but probably because it is.  I do know one thing for sure, it will be worth it!

This belly is signing off on another pregnancy adventure…and hopefully will be more toned up in a few weeks 😉


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39 Weeks

Hot diggity dog, we’re now at 39 weeks. This pregnancy journey has nearly come to a close as I now have 6 days to go until my due date. (That is, if I go on that date–Baby Mason may have other plans of which I am quite certain this little babe wants to be fashionably late). I can officially say, Mike and I are as ready as we’ll ever be at this point. I know absolutely nothing prepares you for parenthood, but we at least have made sure all the material things are done.

Nursery ready.
Diapers lined up according to size.
All baby items assembled and ready.
Car seats installed.
All our gender neutral clothing washed. (which has a more masculine flare–I apologize to you now my little one if you are indeed a girl)
Hospital bag packed.
House in somewhat good order.

All we need now and are missing is that little face.


This week, Baby Mason is about  or slightly more than 7 pounds and measures 20 inches in length.  He or she is approximately the size of a mini watermelon–how fitting it being a summer baby and all!

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How I’m Feeling: Ready.  To.  Get.  This.  Party.  Started.  Not that I haven’t enjoyed this time of being pregnant, but I’m definitely more than ready to get to meet this little guy or gal.  I am definitely not looking forward to the act of actually having to get out of there (who would really), but I’m sure all that pain and agony is more than worth it.  I have been slightly frustrated because I have not experienced a single indication that this labor process is coming anytime soon.  Literally nothing.  I don’t think any of the “self inducing tricks” will work for me either because I still have been able to run! If anything, you think i would go into labor as I was waddling down the street.   I am sure this is the same way for most people, but it’s frustrating that each Dr. Appt has indicated that nothing is happening in the downstairs mix-up.  Old Gregg Style.


How Baby is Doing:  Running out of real estate.  I know my stomach may not look that huge, but I don’t think I can stretch out much more because this baby has definitely slowed down.  It no longer is doing the crazy cartwheels, somersaults, and handstands on the regular.  It still moves about, but I no longer am experiencing the kicking fiesta as often.  I wouldn’t be surprised if there is just a giant ball of baby happening in there.  It probably has head nearly touching its rear saying “Mom, can’t you give me a bit more space?”

How Husband is Doing:  I can tell Mike is getting excited for the big day to arrive.  He seems to be more in tune with anything I say or do anymore, as if any ache or pain is indicating it’s GO TIME.  I don’t tell him it, but I think it’s absolutely adorable how attentive he is to me.  He’s going to be an amazing Dad.

39 Weeks Belly Shot: