• Knocked-Up Chronicles: 38 Weeks

    Any day now. My doc likes baby boys to get to 38 weeks, and we’re there. I feel like I’m all belly, and moving in general has gotten difficult. My feet are all kinds of swollen and I can’t stand for more than a few minutes without them seriously hurting. So, yeah, we’re right at the end.

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  • Knocked-Up Chronicles: 37 Weeks

    I’m huge and the end is near, thank goodness. #Babything is positioned right where he needs to be and is probably weighing in at around 6.5 lbs. There’s a good chance he may come early, but it’s hard tellin’ not knowin’, so we’re just going to be as prepared as possible. 

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  • Knocked-Up Chronicles: 36 Weeks

    Nine. Damn. Months. 

    Y’all. That’s three-quarters of a year … and he’s still not done cooking. I’m feeling every ounce of this third trimester: I’ve napped at least once every day, I can’t move without being in pain, the waddle is strong with this one and I’m just straight exhausted. I couldn’t even be fucked to try to look any cuter for this week’s photo. Just a few more weeks to go …

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  • Knocked Up Chronicles: 35 Weeks

    You guys, I feel huge. Like, I’m being led around by the bowling ball that is my belly. And #babything pretty much has nowhere else to go, so he’s just pushing up against my ribcage like it ain’t no thang … which, uh, is the opposite of fun. But we’re getting closer and closer to the due date, which means we’re getting closer to my taking maternity leave (such a weird concept, not working). We also have infant CPR and prenatal classes coming up, so education! Yay!

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  • Knocked-Up Chronicles: 34 Weeks

    Not much has happened since last week. It’s too hot for me to even think about going outside, and with #MFE picking up a second job, I’ve been pretty solidly couch-potatoing. I did start watching season 7 of “The Good Wife” and it’s rekindled how much I love Alicia Florrick. I’m also on book three of the Harry Potter series and am making some serious progress through that.

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  • Knocked-Up Chronicles: 33 Weeks

    The end is so near, I can almost taste it! We had a doctor’s appointment with a sonogram today, and #babything is looking nice and healthy … complete with a big ol’ bean (like his pops). Consistent with the rest of the pregnancy, he’s still measuring about a week ahead and is weighing in at

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  • Knocked-Up Chronicles: 32 Weeks

    Holy bananas. Thirty-two weeks and feeling every ounce of it. It’s finally gotten summer-in-Texas-hot around here, and that’s making things pretty miserable (pro tip: If you’re knocked up and live in a hot-as-balls climate, sit on an icepack for about an hour every day. It helps sooooo much). Since we’re getting into the super homestretch,

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  • Knocked-Up Chronicles: 31 Weeks

    Thirty-one weeks. That means, since my doc likes to get baby boys to at least 38 weeks, I effectively have seven to nine weeks left. Whew. It’s becoming more and more of a ride on the strugglebus, especially as the air quality and allergens have been really bad lately and there’s nothing I can do

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  • Knocked-Up Chronicles: 30 Weeks

    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

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