Wow. I promised periodic updates as my family and I packed, moved and adjusted to our new life (I promised, right? Maybe not, but I promise you I promised you in my mind. I sometimes have a bad habit of thinking I’ve shared something when it never actually got communicated. One of my many charming qualities…). So obviously that whole “keeping you all updated” bit didn’t happen. I’m not going to give you a laundry list of excuses about how I was just soooo busy. I was busy, but I also had plenty of time to sit down and write if I really wanted to. I’m not going to tell you I decided to quit blogging because, to be honest with you, I’ve started maybe ten different posts but just never got around to finishing them.
I just kind of got caught up in life. I’ve spent the last few months packing up our whole house, moving into my in-law’s house for a month and living out of suitcases while we spent the next month closing on our new house, THEN moving in and unpacking at our new house. Just a tad busy. That, and I’ve got a bit of big news to share with those of you that aren’t involved in my life personally or in the least stalk me on facebook.
It feels a little weird to be announcing this right now. You see, I’m 27 weeks pregnant and just getting into my third trimester.
Erm… yeah. Dropped the ball there.
I kept intending to announce it in some cute way on here, then time passed… and passed. The cute idea was kind of getting old and then I just got too pregnant to really make it cute. It would have been like me buying a ten-year old dog, announcing I just got a puppy and inviting everyone over to meet my adorable new puppy and OH I’m SO excited!! Then my friends come over, anticipating a cute little ball of wiggles all yipping and snuggly… and they’re greeted with an old dog with a graying face that probably farts and has terrible plaque breath.
Well it was kind of the same here. You’d be expecting a freshly pregnant woman, all smiles and giggles, and instead you’re greeted with a much larger, much snarlier pregnant woman.
So I apologize readers. You totally missed the puppy stage of my pregnancy and I’m the farting dog now. *hangs head*
But I did get an idea that I thought might make it up to you. I thankfully took pictures throughout the pregnancy, so I thought I’d share those pictures and a little tidbit with each of those pictures. It’s not specific posts dedicated to how I’m feeling and what I’m doing that week but it’s better than nothing!
Look at that smile! Look at that belly (or lack therof)! I was only six weeks pregnant and glowing! I obviously had no belly yet at this point, but I stupidly, oh so stupidly, was eager to see myself starting to pop. One of the silly mentalities of a newly pregnant woman. *sigh* But I took this picture to show what I looked like before starting to show… I don’t know why. As a reference? To torture myself? I had my reasons back in the day, but now those reasons completely elude me…
This was my first ultrasound where I got to see my little peanut. Baby is nine weeks young here. I remember my OBGYN bringing this up on the screen and I just smiled knowingly as I looked over at my three other beautiful kids who I had brought with to the ultrasound. Sooner than I’d ever expect, this nine-week-along pregnancy would result in another beautiful child. Just as big as his/her siblings with his/her own personality and looks. I was so excited!
What a difference only three weeks can make! This is only three weeks after the last ultrasound and now there are obvious arms and facial features. They’re not fully formed yet, but even as I observed my fourth child, I was still in awe at the wonder of creating life.
There. You see that teeny tiny bump? Right there. Yeah. There. That’s the beginning of my belly. I remember being so excited to share the belly pic! At this point, I had REALLY bad morning sickness and I just wanted to sleep all day still. I was pretty bitter about this since I was supposed to get out of this stage. Little did I know this would last for MANY more weeks yet!
Now my belly is starting to pop. I thought I had gotten so much bigger at this point! I still had morning sickness at this point and poor husband had to be subjected to whatever meal I thought sounded good. Oftentimes it was just simple cold cut sandwiches because that was all I could handle smelling. I also began to notice my bras were getting very snug at this point! And I also noticed movement with baby at this point too!
We had just finished moving into our new house here and I was finally beginning to feel my energy kicking in at 18 weeks! Baby was starting to really wiggle around now and I was also feeling quite a few stretching growing pains in my abdomen. I was equal parts bitter and proud of this since it was my third pregnancy and I assumed I’d never have “growing pains” again from my abdomen stretching out!
I’m exhausted. Dead beat. Over and out. This picture was taken after a week straight of unpacking our new house and taking care of my three-year old and twin two-year olds. Baby was really active now at this point and I was finally beginning to feel “pregnant”.
This beautiful, BEAUTIFUL picture is my baby at 20 weeks old. This was from the ultrasound that women get midway to find out the gender and get a peek at their baby while measurements and pictures are taken of baby to make sure they’re growing up strong and healthy. Prior to this ultrasound, I had suffered from some severe anxiety over the health of baby. So it was an extreme relief to me when baby was immediately announced to be a “really good lookin’ baby”. Yay! (P.S. We decided to let this baby be a surprise!)
I will be posting more on this picture and the day that surrounded it in another blog post.
Sciatic nerve pain resulted in me needing to sleep with a pillow between my legs at this point. But that didn’t matter, because I was overjoyed to find that I could finally drop my morning sickness medication and I felt okay!!
I’m hot now. Not sexy hot. No. I was a sweaty, uncomfortable kind of hot. This week was the week where all of the US just got blasted with that giant heat wave. In Wisconsin, that was high 80’s and 90’s. Previous to this, I remember thinking to myself that pregnant women really couldn’t suffer as badly as they claimed in the heat (Both of my previous pregnancies were over winter). But oh my god I ate my words that week. The heat just slows you down to snail speed and turns you into a snarly beast! I hated this week the most so far through the pregnancy. I HATED it. And I’m pretty sure husband hated me this week, too.
At this point, I was getting really round out front and uncomfortable from hip pain. Apparently my body has a “been there, done that” mindset this time with this being my third pregnancy. My pelvic bones are already separating and it makes walking very painful. And standing on one foot just about kills me from the shooting pain. I’ve had to adopt some pretty creative ways to put on shoes and socks! But, that said, I was just happy that I hadn’t started swelling up from the heat! And I can only hope this early separation will make for a much easier delivery when the time comes!
My growth spurt slowed and I’m not sick. That’s a lot to smile about! At this point I’m just riding the pregnancy wave and waiting for delivery day. I still get lots of pelvic pain and pinched nerves and lower back pain from running around all day every day, but I think at this point I finally just accepted my fate and ignore it as best as I can. Instead, I’ve been counting down the surprisingly small number of weeks left. 15 weeks at this point only!
I’m 27 weeks now as of yesterday and feeling as good as a 27 week pregnant woman can. I’ve stopped finding the bad in everything and I’m trying to stay optimistic which hasn’t really been all that hard. I still haven’t started swelling up and I’m getting used to the pelvic pain. Husband takes really good care of me when he can tell I’m starting to slow down and the kids are all really good for me all things considered.
I’m getting really excited to meet baby now! Impatient even. I feel and SEE giant kicks and squirms and just smile. I can’t wait to hold baby in my arms and snuggle them and kiss them. I can’t wait to show them off. I’m a little afraid of having a gigantic baby this time around since i Had twins for my last pregnancy, but I’ve decided dwelling has done me NO good with this pregnancy. I’m just trying to live day-by-day and enjoy the good instead of snarling about the bad. As best as I can anyway, because don’t get me wrong, I’m still plenty snarly. 😉
I will try to keep my blog updated with the pregnancy now that I’ve finally broken the news. Sorry it took me SO LONG to do!