More Observations
Holy cow. How did I get in my 8th month so quickly?
Time has flown and my belly has expanded beyond what I ever thought possible. And it's going to get bigger.
Here's some observations since the last "Observations" post.
- The boy gets hiccups. A lot. They last for about 5 minutes and then stop. It's such an unreal feeling.
- Getting what you wish for is not always a great thing. He's been kicking the crap out of my stomach and ribs with his feet just below them on my top right side. I wanted him to STOP!!! Well - he did. He resituated himself. It freaked me out. He's now hanging out with his back directly down the middle of my belly (his face is to my back). His legs are crossed with his left foot to my right side and his right foot to my left side. This allows for less kicking to my stomach and less contact with the confines of his little watery world. I'm not getting as much heartburn, but I don't feel him kick about as often - or at least it's not as strong as it used to be just because of how he is situated. I'm sure he'll turn again.
- I'm actually getting excited about decorating his room. I bought wood letters that spell out his name and I'm painting them to match the bedding. I can't wait to work on this tonight!
- I am soooooooo tired. I have pretty much dropped off the face of the earth. I'm so anti-social it scares me. I would be perfectly happy if I didn't have to get out of bed for the next two months. The thing I hate most at this point is drying my hair after a shower. If I never had to do that again - EVER - I would be happy as a clam. It amazes me how much energy it takes to be social and keep up a conversation for an hour. Even a half hour! This is so not like me at all. I have a feeling that people are going to be sending out a search party for me soon just to see if I'm still breathing.
- I can't wait to move and get settled in.
- Swollen ankles suck. Swollen hands suck. Weight gain sucks. There is not a baby in my hips and thighs. And what the hell is up with the back fat? There surely isn't a baby back there.
- Maternity clothes. Who is the sadistic idiot who designed these horrible garments? Oh - and the damn sales lady who told me I would be in "small" maternity clothes for the entire pregnancy. Yeah right. I'm smaller than most and I'm growing out of larges. I truly do feel bad for any one who is "fluffier" than me.
The fabrics are cheap, the cuts are horrible and the designers think that when women are pregnant, all they want to wear are floral prints in polyester fabrics. It is so bad. I can go into "Motherhood" and try on clothes for three hours and walk out of there with four items. Maybe. I have done this more than once. And then - those four items total out at about $152.00. What the f*ck. This is so wrong.
Most of the clothes I have at this point are falling apart. The seams rip out, the zippers don't zip, the fabrics shrink or pill, they don't let go of any stains, they fray and pucker. I'm thinking I'm going to have to do another round of purchases in the near future just in time to stop wearing them.
- People will let me go in line ahead of them in the bathroom and at stores. That's going to end soon!
- It's amazing how many people have come out of the woodwork to help me out. Wow.
Time has flown and my belly has expanded beyond what I ever thought possible. And it's going to get bigger.
Here's some observations since the last "Observations" post.
- The boy gets hiccups. A lot. They last for about 5 minutes and then stop. It's such an unreal feeling.
- Getting what you wish for is not always a great thing. He's been kicking the crap out of my stomach and ribs with his feet just below them on my top right side. I wanted him to STOP!!! Well - he did. He resituated himself. It freaked me out. He's now hanging out with his back directly down the middle of my belly (his face is to my back). His legs are crossed with his left foot to my right side and his right foot to my left side. This allows for less kicking to my stomach and less contact with the confines of his little watery world. I'm not getting as much heartburn, but I don't feel him kick about as often - or at least it's not as strong as it used to be just because of how he is situated. I'm sure he'll turn again.
- I'm actually getting excited about decorating his room. I bought wood letters that spell out his name and I'm painting them to match the bedding. I can't wait to work on this tonight!
- I am soooooooo tired. I have pretty much dropped off the face of the earth. I'm so anti-social it scares me. I would be perfectly happy if I didn't have to get out of bed for the next two months. The thing I hate most at this point is drying my hair after a shower. If I never had to do that again - EVER - I would be happy as a clam. It amazes me how much energy it takes to be social and keep up a conversation for an hour. Even a half hour! This is so not like me at all. I have a feeling that people are going to be sending out a search party for me soon just to see if I'm still breathing.
- I can't wait to move and get settled in.
- Swollen ankles suck. Swollen hands suck. Weight gain sucks. There is not a baby in my hips and thighs. And what the hell is up with the back fat? There surely isn't a baby back there.
- Maternity clothes. Who is the sadistic idiot who designed these horrible garments? Oh - and the damn sales lady who told me I would be in "small" maternity clothes for the entire pregnancy. Yeah right. I'm smaller than most and I'm growing out of larges. I truly do feel bad for any one who is "fluffier" than me.
The fabrics are cheap, the cuts are horrible and the designers think that when women are pregnant, all they want to wear are floral prints in polyester fabrics. It is so bad. I can go into "Motherhood" and try on clothes for three hours and walk out of there with four items. Maybe. I have done this more than once. And then - those four items total out at about $152.00. What the f*ck. This is so wrong.
Most of the clothes I have at this point are falling apart. The seams rip out, the zippers don't zip, the fabrics shrink or pill, they don't let go of any stains, they fray and pucker. I'm thinking I'm going to have to do another round of purchases in the near future just in time to stop wearing them.
- People will let me go in line ahead of them in the bathroom and at stores. That's going to end soon!
- It's amazing how many people have come out of the woodwork to help me out. Wow.
posted by Mama Moon | 3:17 PM
4 Comments:
never ever let those chicks cut in front of you in the bathroom. You have privelages. and let them know it! say in a couple of months i am gonna push this watermelon out of my keyhole. want to know what that feels like now? Then STEP BACK!
tee hee....
yea its a brief stint in the maternity clothes. don't fret. find a few things that are comfortable, and stay at home! you will thank yourself for the rest you will catch up on. Being anti-social in your last two months is not a crime. its a blessing to you and the baby. Stay STress free.
okay enough. happy decorating! i didn't get into it that much. ah well...
;-)
So true about the clothes.
You should design some better maternity wear. You know what works and what doesn't! Start a new line and pay off that condo with the profits form all of the pregnant women that flock to your line.
*hug*
Enjoy your "anti-social" time. Once the baby comes, your life will never be the same. Sounds trite, but it's true.
I bought a big ol' pair of overalls when I was pregnant with my first. For my second I spent big bucks on a pair of tailored pants. I made sure that both got passed around to friends and family.
Blah blah blah...here I am reminiscing about being pregnant! Just take care of yourself and don't worry about the rest.
I've found some really cute maternity clothes at garage sales. The people selling them aren't planning on using them again so are willing to price them really low to sell - even the expensive ones.
Have you checked out: www.babystyle.com for maternity clothes?
Isn't it great that you can really tell what he is up to? Cherish these moments.
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