Twenty nine weeks pregnant, aka where has the time gone? I realized (with a bit of a shock) that generally speaking when I read the blog of someone who is pregnant, or have a friend who is pregnant, once they are 30+ weeks, I tend to think of them as “really pregnant” or “almost there.” Of course I struggle to put myself into that category- February is sooo faaaar awaaaay- but nonetheless, here we are at week twenty nine and a few days. My creepy baby app has informed me the baby is the size of a butternut squash. I hope it is a cute butternut squash.
Speaking of cute last week we had a 3-d ultrasound of the baby. This is a thing that expectant parents can go out and shell a few hundred bucks for at some “ultrasound boutique” or you can get one for free if you happen to enroll in a study at your hospital that offers a 3-d ultrasound as part of your compensation. B and I were moderately excited, if for no other reason than to get a little peek at the baby and to confirm that the constant tap dancing in my upper right hand abdomen is from two baby feet, and not, say, some elbows. The ultrasound was perfectly fine (no health issues, all looked good) if not terribly underwhelming. The 3-d images are blurry and kind of creepy, especially if your baby is uncooperative and uses its hands, arms and ability to turn to make sure you can only see 1/3 of its face at any given time. All I’m going to say is: thank goodness we didn’t want to find out the sex of this baby because he or she has yet to let an ultrasound tech know what is going on.
I’m definitely a little slow and grumpy these days. The following tasks have become increasingly difficult over the past few weeks: buttoning my coat, putting on socks and shoes, bending over to unload the dishwasher, getting up off of the couch, getting in and out of the car when other cars are parked tightly next to us, sliding into restaurant booths and walking up stairs. I like to deny any of these tasks are difficult except unloading the dishwasher. Then I tell B I really need some help.
Thanksgiving went off without a hitch (ok fine, I burned two of the rolls, THAT WARM SETTING IS A TOTAL LIAR) and the meal was delicious. In true pregnant-Daisy form I ate one plate of amazingness before realizing I was beyond full and I mourned a few of the side dishes that had yet to make it onto my plate for round one. Don’t you worry though, I made up for it with turkey sandwiches and slices of cheesecake anytime I felt some room open up. B and I also took his parents and Grandfather to see James Bond- a perfect post-holiday activity for a pregnant lady who can only walk around so much- which would have been great had it not been for “technical difficulties”. It took us 3+ hours to watch a 138 minute film due to the stops, pauses, restarts and announced apologies by the staff of the theatre. Yes we got a refund, but no we couldn’t leave earlier because at that point we all wanted to see how it ended and the refunds were not handed out until the conclusion of the film.
This upcoming weekend B and I are going to visit my family (I can’t wait to see my cute nephew and my cousin’s daughter among others) and I cannot wait to see my Mom’s Christmas decor- her house always looks amazing for the holidays (the picturesque mountain setting doesn’t hurt the ambiance) and enjoy her home cooking. Her friends are throwing us a baby shower, and as a result I couldn’t feel more loved and special. I can’t wait to hug the necks of loved ones who are coming to celebrate our little one. If nothing else, this baby is being born into a world with a lot of love for him or her, from both sides of our family and all of our friends. And that is definitely something I’m thankful for, even after Turkey Day.