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| 29 weeks + 2 days |
I've been bad the last few weeks. Holiday party = too many cupcakes! Proven by the number on the scale at my prenatal checkup yesterday- I have gotten too relaxed about things the past few weeks. Although it wasn't as bad as the dream I had recently about going to my checkup and discovering I gained 30 pounds in 2 weeks- it was still a lot. With 10 weeks to go- it's time to get serious- because if I keep gaining like I did the last two weeks... I will be... well... it will be too much!
It's not fair though, how the end is when it matters most about your exercise and eating. I was trying to be so good from the beginning- working out, healthy choices. Now, at nearly 30 weeks, I am tired. Working out feels like much more of a chore. I've starting letting myself eat more bad things maybe because I thought I could afford it with how good I was in the beginning. Well, that was delusional. It's time to get back on the horse!
I remember my midwife telling me that women who work out a lot on the beginning of their pregnancies and then stop later on end up growing bigger babies than if they had never exercised to begin with, because they have super efficient healthy placentas. I have to keep going... I don't want to be having a ten pound baby! Thinking about that alone isn't motivation enough though- to put down the pastry and get my walking shoes on- I still just want to sit around and eat cupcakes all the time. I dream about donuts. Big long dining tables piled high with donuts and I just go to town. Although I often fantasize about donuts, I never let myself actually get one. Ha, maybe thats because there is no donut shop within walking distance of my house- just the cupcakery. But no more! It's time to really buckle down and do what I gotta do.
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| So happy with my 2 free cupcakes from my favorite neighborhood cupcakery I got with my Groupon! |
Maybe I should go back to letting Noel be the chef in the house. He makes healthier stuff. The past few weeks my desire to cook returned with full force. It started with pork chops... then came the best lasagna I ever made (with italian sausage!) and then came my best pot roast ever which of course I served with baked potatoes. The loaded baked potato- another thing I've introduced to Lina that she has added to her list as a new American favorite.
We bought our lottery tickets for the big $550 million jackpot, just like the rest of the world. When I asked Lina- "What would you do with all your money if you won the lottery?" first she said she would buy herself new toys and then me... a bigger shirt. Haha- guess she thinks my clothes are getting too small?
So I finally made it to the Motherhood store last week for some essentials. I wanted to get some black panty hose to wear with my dresses- especially for the holiday party we were going to Friday night. They make panty hose special for pregnant women and my friend Kasey said she got some and loved them so I was off to get mine. I had been wearing regular leggings with my dresses and it just doesn't look right.
The verdict- panty hose for pregnant women are the WORST idea ever!!! Maybe it's just me, because clearly they worked for Kasey, who is several weeks ahead of me in gestation... but she's a slender woman, and also a former beauty queen so she's got more skills with stuff like this I guess. I don't know what I was doing with these things in my hands at 7.5 months pregnant.
I got the size that the package said I should use- but they were impossible for me to get on by myself! You know how you have to scrunch them up in your hand before putting them over your feet so you can pull them all the way up. Well first- I could barely reach my feet with my huge belly. But I was determined. I bought these hose special to wear with my dress to the party, I was going to get them on! Once I got them over my feet and started pulling them up they were all too bunched up at the bottom and I continued to need to bend over to get them up if I didn't want to walk around with the crotch of the hose nearly as low as my knees. I only made it so far- I was huffing and puffing and a sweaty mess- and I had already done my hair and makeup- I was starting to look fraggled. I sat on the bed, rested for a minute, then... "Noelllllll..... can you come help me baby?"
He walks in to see me sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed with my legs tied up in black hose like a mermaid. Being the good husband he is, he dutifully gets on the floor to try and help me pull my hose up. He's never touched hose in his life or seen how women get them on... he's pinching at my legs and I'm trying to tell him how to do it, to grab it and bit by bit guide it up, but he doesn't quite get it. "Why do women wear these things!?" he says in the most baffled voice. We could not resist- it was such a funny site we were both rolling on the floor with laughter.
It took a lot of effort and determination- but together we finally got them on right. Then I think to myself what a pain in the butt it will be dealing with pulling them up and down all night when I go to the bathroom several times an hour. And I look down and see a HOLE near my ankle- probably from Noel's persistent pinching. All that work and I decided I couldn't wear them! Well that was a waste of $8 on my special maternity hose. F* those things. I'm never touching them again.
I hope that second time around I can be pregnant in the summer. How nice to just throw loose sun dresses over your head- no need to reach my feet to pull up any hose leggings or other pants. And just slip on some sandals! How nice! My Ugg boots that I bought when the cold weather set on here- I love them- but I can barely pull them over my feet now. I didn't think about that when I bought them. Soon I'm going to have to have Noel put them on me before he leaves for work and just sit around in them all day or I may not be able to wear them anymore.
Everything was great at my check up yesterday. Baby's heart sounds good, he's measuring right on the size he should be. I may look in the mirror and think, "God I'm huge" but I am so happy that Ben is growing to be a big healthy baby.
My midwife asked me yesterday about my "birth plan." I'm like, "ummmm, what plan?" She says, "Well for instance we would like to know things like if you want us to play certain music, if you don't want us to touch your feet, if you want dad to catch the baby..." I'm like- "My plan is to go with the flow." I don't feel like I need to write out an essay about a birth plan- especially over little stuff like rubbing my feet. Umm, yes, as part of my birth plan I require that two people massage me at all times while I am being fanned and fed grapes. Haha- whatever! My mom said some women have special requests like they want to be in labor to the music of Erica Badu until 7cm and then they want the music to be switched to having the song "Somewhere over the rainbow" on repeat so their baby can be born to that song. Ok, if that floats your boat. But I don't really care about little details. I just want to be calm and have the baby and not stress about whether people are following my plan of special requests. How am I supposed to know what I want and don't want? I've never done this before! And it's not like I'm not going to be there.... If I don't like something that's happening I'm sure I will let them know it on the spot. So I'm not going to fret over little details like that. Noel isn't even sure if he wants to catch the baby or not. All of those things we will just feel out in the moment.
Tomorrow I head to Houston for 5 days. I'm having my blessingway on Saturday. So I will have much to blog about when I get back next week!
Happy Holidays!!! I leave you with pictures of my sweet cats... Ooooh, yes, I have turned into weird cat lady! Whatever...
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| I love it when I catch Liberty sitting like this! |
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| Mr. Thomas Jefferson is such a lap cat! |
Paz y amor everybody!
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