Total weight gain: I think I’ve hit the big 2-0-0.
Baby’s Weight: 2.25 pounds
Percentage through pregnancy: 70.4% — There’s also an 80% chance the baby would survive if he were born today; the rate of him having serious medical problems is 35%.
Weeks until due date: 12
Food of the week (a.k.a. size of baby): Chinese Cabbage
— Charlie seems to be much more active. I’m feeling kicks now up to my rib cage (confirmed by the ultrasound, which showed him head down). It’s amazing that i first felt him so low, and now he’s taken over my entire abdomen.
— Luckily I don’t have any stretch marks — yet. The midwife even complimented my belly skin (more on her later) when she was measuring his fundal height. My mother never got stretch marks, so I feel very thankful to my genetics.
Worry of the Week: At my 28-week appointment on Friday, I was given a Kick Count Card. Each day, once a day, I measure how long it takes for Charlie to make 10 movements, and they have to be within two hours. If he doesn’t make it to 10, I call Labor & Delivery as it could be a sign of a problem. It’s been two days and already this is the most stressful time of the day. I’ve started counting where he’s active. He gets in about six good kicks before he’s completely still for about 20 minutes. LONGEST 20 MINUTES EVER.
Weekly sins: I saw a different midwife at this last appointment and she wasn’t thrilled with my weight gain. You see, pregnant women are “supposed” to gain absolutely no more than 35 pounds during pregnancy. I’m at 33 pounds, and I have 12 weeks to go. Here’s how the conversation went down:
Midwife: How’s your weight?
Me: (nervous laugh) Um…high?
Midwife: (looks at chart….pauses) Have you ever heard of calorie counting?
Me: Well, yes, but my regular midwife was never overtly concerned that I was gaining so much weight!
Midwife: You should be gaining about one pound a week at this point. You last saw us a month ago, so you should have gained four pounds. You gained eight.
Midwife: There are complications that arise when a women has gained too much weight, and it gets harder to get back to your original size after you have the baby. You know, you really only have to eat 200 extra calories a day, that’s nothing. You should be eating just like you did before you were pregnant. Are you?
Me: Well, I guess that means no more rolled tacos for lunch.
Stubborn Placenta: We went in on Thursday to see whether my placenta has moved up. It did, but not enough. At 19 weeks, my placenta was four millimeters away from my cervix. Nine weeks later it moved another eight millimeters to 1.2 centimeters away. It needs to be two centimeters away to have a vaginal birth. So, we’re still in limbo. I get another ultrasound at 32 weeks. I’m also still on pelvic rest — you know what that means. At some point do Charles and I revert to being married virgins? Sigh.
Ultrasound Fun: Charlie looked like a tiny bean during our first ultrasound at seven weeks. Now, he’s huge! The sonogram tech has to move the wand all over my stomach to see different parts of his body. This was also the first ultrasound that I could see him move on the screen and simultaneously feel him kick. TOTALLY AWESOME. We also got some great shots of his little, precious face. He’s got chubby cheeks!! For some reason, the tech gave us not one, not two, but three printed pictures of Charlie’s penis. I think I’ll save those for future girlfriends. 😉
Pregnancy moments of the week:
— My mother finally, and without a doubt, felt Charlie kick. She’s been waiting for weeks.
— I farted in front of a coworker. A loud pregnancy fart that escaped before I even knew what was happening. I completely ignored it and just kept talking to her, but who am I kidding?
— I took a ridiculous class at work about options for maternity leave. I understand why they wanted to host the class. A bunch of pregnant women need the same answers, so we should just put them in a room together and go through boring PowerPoints, right? First of all, it was two hours and they didn’t give us — a group of 20 pregnant women — a bathroom break. Secondly, maternity leave is such a personalized schedule that the meeting devolved into us just asking questions about our individual situations. To top it off, we have to meet in person with the disability rep anyway! Waste of Time!!
— Took the glucose exam that tests for gestational diabetes. A lot of women dread consuming The Drink (a super-sweet orange concoction), but I kind of liked it. It appears that I’m in the clear — the standard range is >130mg and mine came in at 90 — but I’ll wait for the official word from the midwives.
— The normal host of Pregtastic was out, so I was asked to fill in as host! Check me out!
— This is a bad moment. Sunday night was really tough for me, anxiety-wise. We had company staying over, and I was on edge. That nervousness turned into full anxiety as the night went on and I couldn’t fall asleep. I got about an hour of sleep before the alarm went off and I left for work. A really tough day. The insomnia returned on Tuesday night, but I wasn’t quite as anxious. Been sleeping fine since.
What I’m Looking Forward To: Charles has finished painting the nursery, and we get our cork flooring installed this week!
By this week, your baby weighs two and a quarter pounds and measures 14.8 inches from the top of his head to his heels. He can blink his eyes, which now sport lashes. With his eyesight developing, he may be able to see the light that filters in through your womb. He’s also developing billions of neurons in his brain and adding more body fat in preparation for life in the outside world.
Quote of the Week:
This exchange happened during my 28-week appointment. My mom joined me because Charles was working.
Me: Let’s take the stairs. That way I can eat more at lunch.
Mom: Yes, forced exercise is good.
Me: It sucks because I can’t do what I love the most.
Me: What?! No! RUNNING!!
— Slept like ass last night. Was finally feeling drowsy about 5 a.m. when Thursday decided to jump up and down on my belly and boobs. Thx.
— Resenting when someone says, “You just wait!” after they’ve asked how I’m doing and I say that I feel uncomfortable and unwieldy.
— Thank God I wore leggings! Boss: Is that a maternity dress …..or a maternity shirt?
— Coworker: Is it OK that I don’t attend your shower? I don’t really like babies.
— Midwife said I’m too chubs. Suggested calorie counting. For someone who has been vigilant about weight for six years, this is amusing.
This week’s chic preggo look: