This week starts my 32nd week of pregnancy. That means I have two calendar months left to go. Pregnancy timing is funny thing– if you’ve had children, then you know that pregnancy is actually 10 months long. Or like when I had my daughter, 10 months and 10 days.
But looking at the calendar and realizing that I’m less than two months away from my due date is downright freaky, even if I’ve already had a child. What’s even more of a reality check? The “practice contractions” I’ve been having everyday for a week. And the unfinished nursery….
When I first became pregnant with number two, it hit me right away that this pregnancy was going to be different. So different, in fact, that I guessed it was a boy. Nope! But, I am thrilled to give my daughter a sister, and can’t wait to meet her.
In the meantime, I thought I’d take a look back to the beginning of my pregnancy, and all its glorious symptoms. From the beginning, I made a point to write a sentence each week that described how I was feeling. Hopefully you can relate…
if you had zero symptoms and one day a baby popped out, you go ahead and keep that to yourself;)
I’m in my 4th week of pregnancy, I could write an ode to ranch dressing.
5th, So. Tired.
6th, I’m hungry. I’m going to be sick. I’m hungry. Maybe I can take a snack to the bathroom?
7th, I have to sit down to do my make-up.
8th, Jodi Picoult, stay away.
9th, the local news just gutted me.
10th, I wish the radio would stop playing that song that makes me nauseous.
11th, I have to eat a snack while I’m cooking dinner.
12th, already shopping in the maternity section. #lizlange
13th, just discovered Sriracha. (side note- this has been a nine month love affair)
14th, I’m stretching the “skinny” out of these jeans.
15th, all I want to do is sit. And eat.
16th, I keep forgetting that I’m pregnant…
17th, until I try to get dressed.
18th, are those kicks??
19th, it’s a GIRL!
20th, those are definitely kicks.
21st, So. Hungry. All. The. Time.
22nd, I pretty much wear the same five outfits over and over again. More like three, if I’m being honest with myself.
23rd, the snoring is ruining my husband’s sleep, which is ruining mine.
24th, everytime I manage to sneeze without peeing myself, I consider it a small victory.
25th, now my snoring wakes ME up.
26th, annnnd we’re back to a nine o’clock bedtime.
28th, getting big. Ooo fried pickles! And donuts…! Have I ever liked donuts so much??
29th, kick, kick, kick.
30th, so tired. So hungry. So tired.
31st, chores are now a chore. I wonder how many floor washings I have left in me.
32nd, wait, what if I go early?
And here I am. Eight months along, feeling contractions all time, and figuring that this one will be more timely than my first. Did I mention she was 10 days late? Yes, I think so.
So we’ll get our act together with the nursery, and count down the weeks. Eeeek! Can’t wait!