Not Me Monday: McEdition
Monday, February 15, 2010
24 weeks, 1 day pregnant
- I did not eat McDonalds breakfast last Wednesday …
- … and Thursday…
- … and Friday …
- … and Saturday …
That would be obscene!
Welcome to Week 25
Sunday, February 14, 2010
24 weeks pregnant!!!
Well, it’s the start of Week 25 — twenty-five!!! Soon the “twenties” will be behind us, and the “thirties” are like, whoa — you could pop out a baby very soon, lady. Because 40 is the finish line. Crazy!
Let’s get caught up on some stats:
Baby’s size: Approximately 1.5 lbs and 13.5 inches long. But if you ask my mother, he is already a chunker, and way bigger than that.Development: The structures of his spine are forming, including 33 vertebrae, 150 joints, and 1,000 ligaments. His capillaries are also forming this week. By the end of week 25, air sacs and blood vessels in his lungs will develop, getting him ready for his first breath. So far, his nostrils have been plugged up, but they are now beginning to open up. Cool! Also, if he were to be born this week, he would have an 82 per cent chance of survival.Appearance: He’s growing hair — with his own colour and texture and everything! I am so curious as to who he’s going to look like. Darling Husband and I have polar-opposite hair, so will it be curly and brown like mine, or straight and blonde like his? Or straight/brown, curly/blonde? I need to know!
I go for the big glucose test this week, eep! It’s to test for gestational diabetes, where they make you drink a sickly-sweet orange-pop kind of thing, and then you wait an hour, then go for bloodwork.
This test doesn’t worry me, because I am willing to plunk down $10,000,000 that I don’t have GD. I have had low blood sugar my entire life, and if I am at risk for anything, it’s going to trial for murdering someone who gets in the way of me and the OJ when I’m crashing.
I am a little concerned about how I’m going to feel on that skyrocket-of-orange-sugar high and the subsequent crashing-lower-lower-lower-Oh-God-I’m-dying low. I foresee a migraine or an outburst of tears, or both. Wish me luck!
Weekly re-cap
(Feb. 7 to Feb 13)
Symptoms: Leg pain (when I overdid it with walking), and my sock-bands are starting to leave little indents in my ankles when I take them off at night — but no, I am not calling that swelling. Not yet.
Body changes: The baby-belly is just slowly getting bigger, but I’ve reached the point where I’m quite used to it. It doesn’t shock me like it used to!
What’s new? I’m getting used to seeking out public bathrooms, which is very new to me. I have always hated public bathrooms, but now those little kicky-feet are marching my bladder towards the facilities in Wal-Mart, Sears, Michaels — everywhere!
Belly button: Still creeping towards the surface. Maybe another centimeter to go?
Energy level: Pretty good. Very busy week, but I kept up for the most part.
Baby preparations: Darling Husband started painting the nursery this weekend!
Cravings: Ice cream!!! It hit me like a ton of bricks this week, and suddenly I had to have a cone nightly. Never a bowl — only cones will do. Mmmmm, is it too early for one?
High point: Seeing the nursery start to come together. We still have a long way to go, but it’s a relief to be heading in the right direction.
Low point: Work drama and stress. Sometimes I think I may go on maternity leave a bit early, because the stress will become too much to handle.
Paranoid moment of the week: Concern that work stress was hurting Baby Boy. Dr. L said it wouldn’t affect him, but that it wasn’t good for me. So I’m going to keep calm and carry on for as long as I can there. And if it gets to me too much? Adiós!
Let’s hear it for the boys!
Saturday, February 13, 2010
23 weeks, 6 days pregnant
When I first found out Darling Husband and I were expecting a bouncing baby boy, I did what I always do when I don’t fully understand something — Google it again and again.
So during one of my “having a baby boy” mini-freakout Google searches, I found a bunch of forums where mommies were posting the reasons they love their boys.
Some are probably true, and some are probably (unfortunately) not, but let’s not burst my bubble. I may need to re-read this list for reassurance every time I start panicking at thoughts of screeching, sticky boys and loud toy firetruck.
So here are 20 of the best ones I found on the forums:
- Boys are much easier than girls
- Boys always love their mamas!
- Older brother for younger sister?
- No (or minimal) middle school drama to look forward to
- Boys are, in some ways, much less complicated
- Less drama over clothes/appearance
- Husbands more likely to play with them
- Able to pee anywhere discreetly
- Less expensive clothes/maintenance/haircuts
- Quiet time for Mommy when Daddy takes him to do “boy” activities/sports
- No paying for weddings
- They are charming
- The relationship with Mom will be just as warm but less fraught with drama
- They’re easier to dress and get neat
- They don’t get bratty attitudes like girls do
- You don’t have to have the “period” talk when they are older — your husband can have the puberty talk!
- You don’t have to worry about them coming home pregnant at 15
- They keep you fit!
- They are super huggable
- You have a wide selection of clothes that do not have glitter or words across the butt
My Husband Rocks
Friday, February 12, 2010
23 weeks, 5 days pregnant
Being pregnant is (definitely) not easy sometimes, and it’s easy to forget that it is also not easy on the Daddy-to-be.
Oh, Darling Husband. You have put up with quite a bit in these last 24 weeks. The crankiness, the mood swings, the tears, the whining. And you have handled it all like you’ve been doing it for almost a decade … oh wait, you kind of have. Sorry!
- Thank you for buying me the mint chocolate-chip ice cream that I so desperately wanted after I
daintily finishedsavagely wolfed the vanilla - Thank you for arriving at work late and leaving early on those really freezing days, so that you could drive me and Baby Boy to work (and spare us from the frigid walk/bus-ride
- Thank you for swinging through the Wendy’s drive-thru for
saladsBaconaters when I was exhausted and starving to the point of tears - Thank you for coming to the nine-millionth OBGYN appointment, even though it’s the same stuff every few weeks
- Thank you for holding my hand through this whole thing
Love, your wife
xoxo
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