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All right. Dirty 30. Let's do this! #MFE turned to me today and said “So, really, if you give birth on your due date, it'll be 40 weeks. That's 10 months.” To which I responded “Yeah, it's some bullshit!” Because it is — they say nine months, but they don't account for the month from when you actually get knocked up to the time you realize it (or in my case, six weeks). And there's so much shit “they” don't tell you about pregnancy that, let's be real y'all, is far from a joyous occasion. But we're in the home stretch. The final countdown. Bring it!
As promised, I'm taking a page out of my rad homie Cris from Kiss My Tulle‘s book (who took a page from Little Baby Garvin) and will do my damndest to post weekly updates … because someone out there might give a shit and want to know what's going on with this whole thing.
How far along? 30 Weeks
Total weight gain/loss: Based on the doctor's appointment last week, about 18 pounds.
Maternity clothes? Yup. Maternity leggings, tank tops and T-shirts (especially from Target) are my jam.
Stretch marks? Still not super obvious.
Sleep: The pits. The insomnia beast has struck again, and couple that with being considerably more tired during the day, it's a super fun time.
Best moment this week: I coordinated the wedding for two dear friends, something I love to do. There are few things that feel better to me than successfully running the love show without a hitch and seeing two people I totally adore caught in a cloud of pure bliss.
Miss Anything? Feeling normal. Being able to reach things easily. Not having heartburn / indigestion / nausea nearly always.
Movement: Yes, but they're more … concentrated. Like, the pressure is more intense and the movements are less violent. Rather than the occasional ‘bow to the gut, I'll get what feels like a skull pressing against me. Totally weird.
Food cravings: Topo Chico still reigns. Burgers are also high on the list. Today, I really wanted banana bread or blueberry muffins. I still want them.
Anything making you queasy or sick: I get the occasional bout of nausea, and it'll either pass or send me running for the john. I got pretty sick last night, but there doesn't seem to be a considerable rhyme or reason to it.
Gender: Still a dude.
Labor Signs: Hell no. Thank goodness.
Belly Button in or out? In, but it's getting smaller.
Wedding rings on or off? On, but I find myself switching it to another finger to give my ring finger a break fairly often.
Happy or Moody most of the time: Happy. I'm pretty solid.
Looking forward to: My massage on Monday. Hurry up, Monday! (Never, ever thought I'd be uttering that phrase.)
In other news, we finally rearranged some shit in our room to make way for his sleeper (and general existence). I put up the super cute geometric garland my friend and business partner made as well as the cute initials our friends created for his baby shower to create a little corner all for #babything. We need to re-up on our stock of twinkle lights for the whole house, and I'd like to get some for his corner, as well as shore up a few other logistical items, but I'm digging the way it looks.