At one point last week, I Googled “How many months is 32 weeks pregnant?” because math is hard and numbers are weird, and the internet said “eight months.” That is crazy! I’m eight months pregnant?! Never in my life has time flown quite so quickly.
Meanwhile, here are just a few reasons I cried during Week 32:
- Because the curtains I was so excited about and that finally arrived were the wrong size — and it was my fault. Apparently measuring windows is hard, and I failed miserably at doing so. Brian was all set to hang them up before we left for our Labor Day getaway, and he lifted them up to meet the curtain rod…and instead of touching the floor, they touched the air high above the floor. I was livid. I handled it really well, though…
- Because I read a story about a woman whose baby was measuring small and she had to have an emergency C-section and she wrote about how hard it was watching her baby spend 10 days in the NICU and now I’m crying about this one all over again. Damnit.
- Because I was up all night Sunday, super sick and in a ton of bathroom-related pain. Everything hurt, I couldn’t get comfortable or sleep, and it made me question how in the world I’m going to be strong enough to give birth. (I know I am. But at 2 AM, on what felt like my 50th painful and exhausted trip to the bathroom, I was not so convinced.)
- Because when I finally crawled back into bed at 7 AM, feeling like I might finally be able to sleep for a bit, Ellie scooted up next to me, rested her head on my belly, and fell asleep with me.
- Because I hate Crohn’s disease.
But I laughed and smiled plenty this week, too. I promise.
BABY IS THE SIZE OF…
a large jicama. I really miss jicama. Jicama was my favorite food for a while, and during that time, my Crohn’s was really flaring. I randomly stopped eating jicama and bam, I got better. I swear. I haven’t had jicama since, and that makes me really sad. It is the perfect texture. It is the most wonderful food.
HOW I’M FEELING
Larger. Frequently out of breath when I’m just sitting. And still Crohnsing pretty hard. But I also got a wonderful prenatal massage (shout-out to Caroline at Hoboken Women’s Wellness!), met with baby’s future pediatrician (so nice, and she’s a runner!), and got out of town for a few days.
The baby is pretty firmly nestled on my right side, and my stomach is all uneven and funny looking. But when she kicks, punches, and wiggles, I feel it everywhere. So who knows where she is. I don’t really know what I’m talking about. Ever.
Our “Labor Day Babymoon” (“Get it? Labor Day? Babymoon?” —Brian Cristiano) was nice. It felt good to get away for a few days to somewhere without service or internet. I had one bad night (Sunday, ugh, so much pain) and have 101 bug bites to show for the weekend (why do they love me so much?!), but other than that, it was pretty perfect.
Meanwhile, my belly button is starting to flatten out a bit.
WHAT I’M EATING
I don’t know. I don’t remember.
ON THE WORKOUT FRONT
A few Orangetheory workouts, and then three days of zero exercise during our getaway. We did go for a hike on Sunday, but otherwise, I was horizontal all weekend. On Saturday, Ellie was too excited to sleep, and she woke up around 6:30. I woke up for a second, then Brian took her out to play and I fell back asleep until like 9:30. Then I woke up again when they came back to bed, and I slept until about noon. Then I woke up again, looked around, and kept sleeping. I think I finally dragged myself out of bed around 2:30 PM. Very out of character, and kind of awesome. And again, I got the, “Clearly you needed it” response from Brian. (It’s also much easier to snooze and relax when I’m not at home. At home, there are things to do and clean and to-do lists to tend to. But on vacation, it’s so much easier to just roll over and hug a pillow.)
WHAT I’M WEARING
These slippers. Facebook targeting works, I’ll tell ya. These kept following me around on every app, and I finally bought them a few weeks ago. And now, as long as I am home, these are on my feet. (I don’t dare bring them to the hospital with me, right? I don’t want to get any fluids on them and ruin them.) I just love being comfortable so much. (How did I ever function when I worked in an office and wore dresses and heels daily?)
WHAT I’M READING
Still plugging away at Pregnancy, Childbirth, and the Newborn, but it’s a huge book, so I didn’t feel like packing it for our trip, and instead started The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck by Mark Manson. So far I like the idea, but don’t love the book itself. I’m only on chapter four, though.
HOW I’M SLEEPING
Not great, but not terrible. I fall asleep easily most nights, and don’t wake up to pee very often, which is nice. I actually feel like I was doing that more in the first trimester than I am now!
WHAT I’M WONDERING
Do I have enough stuff? Do I have the right stuff? I know I won’t know if a lot of it is the “right stuff” until after the baby is here and she gets to decide which bottles and swaddles she likes. But it’s hard not to second-guess stuff at this stage.
When, realistically, do I want to start having some sort of childcare ready to go? (I picked the place I like, but in order to register and secure our spot, we need to pick a start date, and I honestly don’t know. This one is all on me, and I don’t knooooow.)
I haven’t said the baby’s name out loud yet. I mean I have in discussing it with Brian, but since we definitely settled on it a few weeks ago, I haven’t said it out loud or called her by her name. Because what if we meet her and the name just doesn’t fit? What if she’s actually a boy? So I’m just going to wait on actually using her name until we meet in a few weeks.
This is a big, exciting week: I’m recording a bunch of really fun podcast episodes during the week, we have an appointment with the doctor on Friday (always fun getting to see baby on the big screen!), the Ali on the Run Show is going LIVE on Saturday (will you be there?!), and my mom and BFF are throwing me a baby shower on Saturday. I’m so excited to get to see my friends and family all in one place, and to celebrate this little bundle of kicks.
QUESTIONS FOR YOU: It’s almost time to pack my hospital bag! I’ve read a million different checklists and blog posts about what to pack. I’ve read what women say they didn’t end up using or needing, and what they wish they’d brought. But since you’re my people, tell me: What were your hospital bag must-haves? What did you ACTUALLY wear when you were in labor and when you delivered? When, post-delivery, did you change out of a hospital gown (if that’s what you wore) and into something else? Did you wear some kind of bra when you delivered? Or were you rocking out topless? Do I need to bring a Boppy or My Brest Friend to the hospital or nah? And was anyone able to successfully sneak their 55-pound puppy into their hospital bag without the staff noticing?
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