This is a big deal for me.
See, I'm still in the frame of mind where I KNOW the baby is coming soon and he kicks me so much that I really can't ignore that he's there (plus my burgeoning belly) but I'm still not ready to buy baby stuff because that's just too final. It means my plans could be officially over once that crib actually has something in it. I was talking to The Man the other day and I mentioned how the rest of my life (schooling, jobs, etc.) depends on how I handle Stormageddon; I don't think he understands how scary it is because he just laughed it off.
The gear I bought was a Pack 'n Play. It was selling online for a quarter of the original price and had everything that I wanted - if you're super curious, it's this one. It is currently folded up and hiding in my house so I don't have to be reminded that I'm never sleeping again.
Oh, speaking of never sleeping again, I had that realization this morning. It was 4am and probably the fifth time I'd woken up since I'd fallen asleep at 1am and I realized that I really will never sleep again. I mean, I'll never get to sleep like I used to. Either I'll be uncomfortable during pregnancy or waking up to feed a newborn or being woken up by kids with nightmares or staying up worrying about if I'm doing things right...I'm going to miss the good old days of a full eight hours. I'm also going to miss my dreams. I used to have these crazy vivid dreams and I thought they were supposed to get weirder with pregnancy, but they're starting to get more and more boring, if I even have them. I honestly believe it's because I'm never asleep long enough to hit my REM cycle. What else can I whine about?
Ah, the glucose test. So when you reach around 28 weeks you're supposed to do a glucose tolerance test since maternal diabetes is on the rise. You drink a super-sugary drink and then get your blood tested an hour later to see how well you're taking in the glucose. Everyone said it just tasted like flat orange soda and the only complaints are of slight headaches.
I threw it up.
I took small sips, I made sure I wasn't taking it on an empty stomach, and I tried as hard as I could to keep it down, but I failed. The Man was in bed at the time; his version of what happened went a little something like this:
I heard you talking to yourself as you drank it, saying things like, "oh, I don't feel so good" and "please please please stay down!" Then you started getting angry at yourself for feeling sick. Then you said, "okay, okay, I'm getting up!" and I heard you run to the bathroom and start puking like crazy. I considered calling the bishop to report a possession (he was joking here...I think).
We then made the obligatory exorcise/exercise joke and he patted my belly and I curled up in the fetal position and tried to not think about what had come out of me just minutes before (a bright orange liquid with chunks of egg and toast in it, if you were wondering).
So yeah, pregnancy is gooooood. It's fun feeling him move. It's nice not having to suck in my belly all the time (when I do, it gets all triangular; it's actually kind of fun). I like having an excuse to lay around reading books in front of the fan all day. I'm not sure how I feel about The Man grabbing my belly and going, "belly, belly, belly!" in a gravelly voice while shaking it, but I'm getting used to it I guess.
I was measuring 29 weeks yesterday (for those of you who've never been pregnant, they just get measuring tape and see how many inches there are between your pubic bone and the top of your uterus; 29 inches = 29 weeks), so home stretch, here I come!
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