- How far along?: 32 weeks
- Total weight gain: Being weighed again next week
- How big is baby?: Approx 4 pounds
- Maternity clothes?: Yep
- Stretch marks?: Nope, but I am seriously hating my linea!
- Sleep?: Getting pretty tough, waking up at least once to pee and getting out of bed in the morning is an event.
- Best moment this week?: NPGR: seeing my little sister yesterday
- Movement?: It's gone from jabbing and kicking to rolls, swishes and stretches.
- Food cravings?: None really this week
- Labor signs?: Still getting occasional Braxton Hicks.
- Belly button in or out?: Still the same, I just might make it the whole way without it popping out!
- What I miss: SEX! I think this should just stay here. I really miss it, you just have no idea.
- What I'm looking forward to: Baby Shower tomorrow!!!
- Milestone: Toured L&D on Wednesday
Disclaimer: You may want to skip the next two paragraphs if you're not in the mood for venting.
As always, spending any extended amount of time with my mother turns out to be trying in some way. Yesterday's trip was no exception. We stopped at Subway to get some lunch and when I went to take a drink, the soda bubbled up from around the straw and spilled all down the inside of my shirt (don't ask me how I did that). My belly and boobs were all wet, and I was sticky and embarrassed. So what does my loving mother do? Grab some napkins? Oh no. She laughs at me! I got irritated with her (really, who wouldn't?) and I snapped at her that it wasn't funny. OMG the look she gave me; it was like I had just kicked her puppy. She got all offended and stormed off to the car leaving me there, standing in front of the coke machine by myself. I wet some napkins and cleaned myself up; thank goodness you couldn't tell that I'd made a mess, the pattern of my blouse was very busy. For the rest of the day, she would find random moments to bring up the fact that I'd snapped at her and how she wouldn't have reacted that way and how I'd hurt her feelings. I didn't apologize, and I don't ever plan to. She hurt MY feelings when she laughed at me, and then proceeded to bug the crap out of me all day about what had happened.
OH! AND she was being a total brat about me not wanting to pull up my shirt so my sister could see my belly. "Just let her see it! What's the big deal?!" I explained to her that I was self-conscience about it and I didn't want to. Should've been enough right? If you answered "yes," you'd be wrong, she brought it up again at least three times after that. I was so tempted to tell her that if she bared hers, I'd bare mine, but I know what kind of reaction that would've brought, so I left it alone. True, I post pictures of the bare belly on the internet, but you'll notice that they're always side views and on the one (or two) front view ones, my hand is strategically placed to hide as much of the horrendous linea nigra as possible. No one but DH has ever seen the full on bare naked belly and I fully intend on keeping it that way.
Aside from all the Mama Drama, I had a blast seeing my little sister. She's doing so great in the ARMY! She has a lot of friends and her higher-ups have nothing but good things to say about her. She's really come in to her own since she joined up, I hope that she continues down this path. I think she could make a great life in the ARMY, it just suits her so well. Now, if we could just get her to see the light regarding her current boyfriend... oh, excuse me... fiancé ::gag:: then everything would be golden! After her graduation, we took her out for ice cream, went shopping, and then had a steak dinner! So fun, but by six o'clock, I was done. I was exhausted, my feet hurt and my belly felt like it was trying to rip itself off. I just wanted to get home and sleep, but we didn't leave there till nine; got to my parent's house around eleven and crawled into my own bed at 12:30. Yeah, I'm half dead today.
And now, baby related stuff! We went and toured L&D on Wednesday evening. OMG, did that ram home the fact that this little one is on his way! I keep having moments like that. Sometimes it feels like I've been pregnant forever and will continue to be till the end of days, and other times I get whacked in the face with something that reminds just how close he is to getting here. EIGHT weeks! Eight more weeks and we'll finally meet this little man that so loves to punch me in the cervix (he's such a sweety, isn't he)? I am dying of anxiousness! I cannot wait to see which of us he looks like more and what color eyes he has (I don't know if DH will survive through the night if he doesn't come out with green eyes). I seriously have to finish up the nursery. Every weekend I set myself a goal in there, and every Monday I come into work not having accomplished anything. I think the baby shower tomorrow!!! will be enough of a kick in the butt to finally get everything squared away.
I guess that's all for now. Please keep us in your prayers as we travel this weekend. It's a little over six hundred miles round trip. Oy.
**I know my hair looks a little funky; I blame it on the lighting. Pics were taken an hour later than they usually are and it was brighter in my bathroom.