Baby is more active than ever, flipping and kicking all day and night. Baby gets quite pushy when I’m hungry, which is often, and it makes me laugh to feel more pronounced kicks and punches when the little one is hungry too. I have a feeling this kid is going to be a hungry one and he or she is just getting started when it comes to demanding to be fed. I’m loving the constant reminders that there’s a little person in there and it makes me happy to feel the strong movements all the time. It isn’t uncomfortable, yet.
As I just mentioned, I’ve been hungry. A LOT. My appetite between weeks 24 and 28 was like that of a high school wrestler who just finished cutting weight. It seemed like I could be eating all the time and never feel full. That’s an exaggeration of course, I do feel full eventually, but it has surprised me and my husband the amount of food I have needed to consume to satiate my hunger. It seems to have plateaued a bit in the last few days, maybe baby just wrapped up a massive growth spurt? The most surprising part about my changing appetite has been my attraction to meat. A former vegetarian with a brief vegan stint, my relationship with meat, eggs and dairy has been touch and go for years. As of late, I am a cheeseburger craving, all kinds of eggs loving, carnivorous creature. I’ve tried to make sure it’s a balanced diet I’m consuming, with little processed food, less sweets than I want (which is a lot) and as many fruits and veggies and I can get in, but that hasn’t prevented the weight from piling, piling, piling on. At 18 weeks I had gained 10 pounds. At 28 weeks, I have gained 28 pounds. I’m pretty sure I’m going to stop weighing myself now.
I have my 28 week appointment with the midwife later this week, which will include the 3 hour glucose screening. I’ve heard so many unpleasant stories involving the nasty orange drink that I can’t help but brag a little about the way mine will be different. There will be no orange drink or hours of office waiting. I’ll go in early in the morning, having fasted since the night before, and have my blood taken. From there I will go to the best breakfast place in Austin to eat a big plate of pancakes and syrup with a glass of orange juice. I’ll note the time of my last bite, run a few errands in town and then return to the birth center for my appointment and subsequent blood work. I’m as excited to hear what position the baby is in (was transverse at 24 weeks) and his or her estimated weight as I am to eat pumpkin pancakes at Kerbey Lane.
Our trips to Austin will be much more frequent for the next few months. After this one my appointments will be every two weeks and next week we are starting the five week Hypnobirthing class we’ll be taking at the birth center. I have been reading the Hypnobirthing book and it’s got me so excited for labor and delivery that I can’t wait to start the class. I don’t know anyone personally who has practiced the Hypnobirthing method, but I have read only great things about it. The title sounds super hippie-dippy but I love the theory behind it and feel strongly that it’s something I will be able to make work for me. My husband is supportive, although maybe not quite as excited as I am, and this feels kind of like our first steps into parenting. I’ll write more on Hypnobirthing later.
Our little nursery is coming together. We have all the furniture assembled but nothing in it’s place or decorated. I still need to find some cute knobs for the antique dresser I had refinished for baby’s clothes and I’m going to wait until after we’ve got baby girl L or baby boy D home to pick out a rug for the room. My talented mom is making the bedding and curtains in three adorable coordinating blue/green fabrics, which I am anxiously waiting for her to finish so I can put the crib together.
My stepmother has bought a most awesome bright green upholstered rocker/recliner for my shower gift, which will be arriving in the next few weeks. I was pretty unimpressed with gliders and fell absolutely in love with this perfectly green chair that will look so sweet in my gender neutral green and blue nursery. I’ve ordered a few things from etsy to decorate the walls and have ideas for a few more. I still need a lamp and to clear all of our random extra coats and blankets out of the closet in there, but it’s definitely looking like a baby room.
My baby shower is in two weeks. Yay. My dear friend Kristen is hosting it and though it will be small (all my family and most of my friends are back east in Ohio or scattered across the world and won’t be able to attend) it will be sweet and fun and I will feel showered with love and good wishes. I can’t really believe it’s already time for a baby shower.
My job as a baker requires me to be on my feet all day. It’s gotten progressively less fun as my pregnancy has gone along. I feel okay for the most part but by the last two days in the week, my feet are killing me and my patience is very short. I have been working full time with “after the holidays” as my carrot on a stick for when I could slow down to less hours. The holidays are our busiest time of the year, so this past month has been fairly excrutiating. Large and in charge, I was still been able to bake several hundred cakes in a matter of weeks. That time I’ve been waiting for has finally come though, and I couldn’t be more relieved. I’m glad that I was able to make it this far and I know it’s been good for me to stay busy and active, but oh.my.goodness am I glad to be cutting back. I plan on working these relaxed hours for the next 8 weeks or so and then taking the last month as it comes, seeing how it goes week to week.
As I head into the last trimester when all the craziness happens, I couldn’t be more excited. I feel at ease and confident and just so excited to finally have my baby.