How far along? Twenty-four weeks.
Maternity clothes? I am in love with my maternity black cords. I had a beige pair of cords that I got rid of when we last moved overseas (part of my “If I can pull off my pants without undoing them, I’m not keeping them” purge after I lost a whole bunch of weight before our wedding). I’d forgotten just how comfy they are, especially in winter. I wore the most obvious mat shirt I have to teach in this week, and at the end of the tutorial, one of my students (whom I’ve taught in a previous year), came up and asked me a question about the tutorial readings. He then dropped all eye contact, got really nervous and mumbled, “Also, I just wanted to say…and I know it’s none of my business…and I don’t want to make an idiot of myself…but congratulations.” To which I gave him a huge smile and said, “Thank you!” He said it was getting pretty obvious. (A couple of my students weren’t here last week, and I thought their eyes were going to bug out of their heads when they saw the belly this week. They are so funny.)
How am I looking? I realized when we took a new belly pic (see last post) this weekend that the belly doesn’t look all that much bigger than it was at Christmas. But I feel that I look huge. Who knows. I can see the weight gain on my lower back, hips and thighs, but I just keep telling myself that is my breast-feeding reserves, and I NEED that weight to successfully nurse my child.
How am I feeling physically? I’m sleeping normally again, which is a relief. This is the first week I’ve really started to notice it is taking more effort to do basic things. When I bend over to tie my shoes, it starts to get uncomfortable after a minute or so. If I roll over onto my belly before falling asleep at night, I can’t stay that way for very long. And boot camp last night was HARD. It’s always a good workout, but last night I just felt flattened at the end. I noticed I had to ease back on the tension on the exercise bike as well. And I am already sick of having to go to the loo the MOMENT I get outside…every single time. And did I mention that I am STARVING all the time? The other day we had leftover risotto with salad for dinner, and yet an hour later I’m putting peanut butter on crackers. Ridiculous. I seriously hope the baby needs this food.
How am I feeling emotionally? I’m on a much more even keel than I was at this point last week. My mantras are helping. Sleeping more is helping. Plus I’ve been productive with school things, which has helped ease the underlying worries about “will reproducing completely derail my PhD?” I am definitely going through a hormonal stage though- the other night I completely lost it on Q. because he innocently went to open a bottle of wine after a rough day at work. I’d watched him drink with dinner over the weekend and couldn’t cope with the idea of watching him enjoy yet another glass of vino…so the way I dealt with this was by getting hysterical and crying. Poor Q.
What am I thinking about? My baby shower wish list. We’re not registering anywhere, but my sister has agreed to manage a wish list just as she did for our wedding. It’s still early, but I like to do this in bits and pieces. So any and all suggestions about what is essential to have and what is a waste of time are appreciated!
What am I currently investigating? Nothing in particular. I did book prenatal classes (they start at the end of March), and we did go and look at strollers on the weekend. And a friend gave me her carseat that her bub has just outgrown, so that’s one unnecessary purchase done! I am starting to think casually about what colour to paint the nursery.
Best moment? Q. getting to feel the baby move- three days in a row. He hasn’t stopped smiling since.
Movement? There’s been a big change this week- the baby’s kicks are much more noticeable and pack more of a punch. They’re not uncomfortable though, for which I think I have my anterior placenta to thank!
What I miss? Wine. Feeling balanced- I am just starting to get unsteady on my feet and have nearly toppled over a couple of times when I turned too quickly.
What I’m looking forward to? Our next midwife appointment on Monday.
Milestones? Twenty-four weeks means viability! Woo-hoo!