Inches Gained (Waist): Total 9 inches. 1 inch this week.
Nonsensical item baby is supposedly the size of: an eggplant (again), an English hothouse cucumber (wtf, that’s strangely specific), a 2 liter of soda (I know she doesn’t weigh that much)
Pregnancy Symptoms I’m supposed to expect according to TheBump.com:
- Trouble sleeping. The closer you get to your due date, the tougher it might be to get some rest!–I have always struggled to fall asleep and the more I wake up at night, the worse it gets. I never thought I could survive with less than 8 hours, but I’m routinely getting a total of 6 or less and I’m still (shockingly) functional. I am not sleeping well at all right now, though, do to being mega sick and waking up for no reason every hour. I miss NyQuil.
- Swelling. This also might not let up for a while.–Definitely still have sausage fingers on my man hands and a lot of my shoes aren’t fitting well anymore. Stupid swollen feet. I finally found my missing slipper after months and it barely fits. First world problems.
- Headaches, due to hormone fluctuations or stress.–Eh, I’ve had migraines on and off this entire pregnancy.
- Pregnancy brain — is it getting tricky to remember stuff?–Bite me.
- Braxton Hicks contractions. These are different from labor contractions because they’re irregular and milder.–Nope
- Slightly higher blood pressure. That’s normal at this phase of pregnancy.–OMG, the drama. Some jackass OB I’d never seen before accused me of hiding a pre-existing condition of hypertension because my BP was slightly elevated and put it in my medical chart. Thanks for the false diagnosis that will screw me on getting insurance later. And yes, I will be letting him know the clinical definition of hypertension (which I don’t meet, especially considering that I’m pregnant) when I see him again in 3 weeks. Dick.
So you may have guessed that my visit to the high risk OB clinic went poorly. I was blown away by how unprofessional and rude the nurse was and the doctor was a smug jerk who kept acting like I was hiding things. At least the ultrasound tech was nice. I spent about an hour with her and I’m pretty sure she poops rainbows and sunshine. Unfortunately, my back is so screwed up that the ultrasound was extremely uncomfortable. We got confirmation (#3) that she’s a girl and some great pictures. I also got to see her smile and show off her regular not-cleft lip. Baby girl is weighing in at 1.5 pounds (still small) and looks perfect. My cervix also looks awesomely long and closed.
I never thought I’d be so proud of my cervix.
Anyways, I also had my three hour glucose test on Friday. It wasn’t as bad as I remembered until they missed my vein on the second of four draws. Twice. The results were…well, I have no idea because they haven’t called me yet. I figure no news is good news since usually bad results get quick call backs.
This week I have officially started to waddle a little. It also takes me at least a minute to go from lying down to standing. This is an issue with my hips rather than me being that large. My hips have decided they need to become their own human and are trying to exit my body.
Didn’t I promise to complain less? I swear it’s just been a bad week. Besides feeling like death (and not sleeping), our house fell through, which I promise to come back to on Friday.
Meanwhile, I’m going to focus on the fact that my due date is 99 days from today. Double digits here, people! I am so ready to meet this baby. Obviously she needs to stay in here at least another 11 weeks, though.