(Me, in the window, in the nursery, at 30 Weeks.)
I wore this dress to church last week and ended up keeping it on all day. It was SO comfy and cute, and was perfect for the breezy but 80+ degree weather that day. However, the “cinched at the top of the bump” look is one that I have just started partaking in, and I had this conversation with literally everyone that I talked to at church that day.
Them, looking at my belly: So when are you due again?
Them, eyes wide and chuckling: Oh…ha ha…I don’t think you’re going to make it that far.
Me, smile gradually decreasing with each new person: Yeah, I don’t really either.
For what it’s worth, I don’t actually think I’ll make it all the way to my due date. This is mostly based on nothing, since no one can really be sure about any of those sorts of things. I do think that everything has happened so much earlier with this baby that it does make me think delivery might be early too. That said, I don’t think I’ll be going anytime too soon, since I am still 6 weeks from the safe stage, so those people making comments that speculate that it could be ‘any day now’ kind of annoyed me. Especially since I don’t look that big.
To further convince myself of my point, I took this picture at 31 weeks. Yes, I definitely look like a big pregnant lady, but I don’t look like a 9 months pregnant lady, right?! (This is the part where you say, “No, those people are crazy! Only 8 1/2 months, tops!”)
According to Babycenter.com, the baby is this big this week, the size of a jicama, whatever that is. I think they might just invent vegetables sometimes when there isn’t one that corresponds with the size of your unborn child, because this just looks like a potato to me, and I find that insulting. While I don’t think I have the “ready to pop” look, surely there is more going on in there than a large potato. And at 16 inches and almost 4 lbs, that would be one serious potato.
We had some sunny weather last week and were able to get out for a few days before we had to run back inside for coats. Along with the constant changes in weather, Jayce and I have been sick again these last few weeks: sinus infections, crazy coughing, etc. The scary thing about my being sick this time, is that when I’d have a big coughing fit, I would start having lots of Braxton Hicks contractions. The doctor told me if I have 5 or more in an hour than I need to call them, because I could start going into premature labor, and multiple times a day I was having 4 within 30 minutes. So I tried to take it easier this weekend: sitting more, trying to rest more, not trying to squeeze in 10 minutes on a project here or there. It seems to have worked for now, but we were all just a little concerned at the time. 32 weeks is too early, so if I can stop it from happening by taking it easier, I will.
I’ve had my first official cravings this past month, where I just feel like I need to have something that I normally wouldn’t- and it’s root beer. We were at Cracker-barrel a few weeks ago and when I walked past that tub of ice and drinks at the check in spot, I thought to myself, “I have to have a root beer, right now.” This is odd because I never drank root beer before, but now I actually think about it during the day. It’s kind of like the way that you crave coffee (if you’re a coffee drinker), by which I mean, it sounds good at every time of the day, not necessarily with a meal, just by itself, and I kind of feel a heightened sense of enjoying my beverage when I have some. Strange, huh? I only allow myself a maximum of 1 per day, because I know how pop can dehydrate you, and especially with the Braxton Hicks issue I am always drinking water.
The other craving coincided perfectly with the seasonal re-opening of our Dairy Queen, and their introduction of the mini-Blizzard. Though I can’t really blame pregnancy for this one.