Hello 32/33 weeks! It’s been a breeze and I can’t believe the big day will be next month. I saw a baby today and I can’t help but marvel at the little miracle and how I am carrying that miracle inside me right now. I was in baby heaven looking at the baby at the waiting room when the nurse called in my name.
Then I was whooshed back to Earth.
Apparently, my weight gain has gone hay wire since the start of this pregnancy that the doctor put her feet down and told me I need another round of blood work for sugar even if my first test turned out OK. I hate needles!!
“What have you been eating? You’ve gained 2 kilos (4.4 lbs) in 4 weeks!”
What have I been eating….hmmm a very good, valid question!
She doesn’t really know me – when I get pregnant (this is the second), I GROW. Whether that will please the people looking at me or not, I expand. I have so far gained a whooping 30 pounds and have 8 more weeks ahead of me!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you can smack me. But you know what? I don’t think I’m that big in a bad way. I just might have you know, a big amniotic sac plenty of water for the baby? And I don’t feel too heavy at all, I still walk distances, take the stairs and do normal non-prego stuff.
On the other hand, I think that’s the problem with me – I underestimate my size. I do not think that I look big at all, the only thing that slaps me back to reality is the weighing scale. And my mother. The woman thinks I’ve let go of myself too much (yada, yada, yada…just because she’s not enormous whenever she got pregnant in her time).
Anyway, I’ll be posting as many belly pictures as I can as the date nears coz you know – it’s a perfect way to parade the maternity dresses for the last time (we’ve decided this is the last pregnancy after all). Kidding. I’ll just post because I like to, is that ok?