30 Weeks

As has been my mindset this whole pregnancy, time just keeps flying by at an excitingly quick rate. I cannot seem to comprehend that I have 10 weeks left until I this perfect little man gets here! People have finally started to say things in public about me being pregnant and they are so incredibly sweet about it. It makes me want to hug complete strangers when they ask when I am due or congratulate me. I also cannot get over how in love with this little thing I am. I have never been more amazed by my body and what it is capable of. Whenever I feel him kick or hiccup or roll over, I can’t help but marvel at what a miracle he is. I have been mentally noting some things that I hope to remember when he is teething or colicky or when I am pushed to my physical and emotional limits. I can never complain about having a healthy child. Ever. This experience is such a blessing and something I will be eternally grateful for.

Look at that bump! Isn't it a bit mind blowing how bit it still will get?!

Physically I am still feeling pretty great! I have recently had an interesting new appearance of my first trimester food aversions. It has again become a struuuuggle to want to eat something because I know I will feel sick 15 minutes after eating it no matter what it is. I even threw away a chick-fil-a shake the other day after only eating five bites. Now you really know how real this aversion is getting if I am throwing away CFA goodness.  I guess the aversion came at a good time because I am pretty sure my OB inadvertently called me fat at my last appointment. When he asked me how my appetite was, I said it was pretty good (this was before the new wave of food hate hit) and he said ‘”Oh, I can tell”. He aims to bolster my confidence on a bi-monthly basis lately.

I am still exercising mostly everyday which I still attribute to feeling excellent during this pregnancy. I am craving running like never before though. Sel and I have been walking in the metroparks lately and every time a runner dashes past us, I want to start trotting after them. Sel is going to have to get me a leash to keep me from embarrassing myself. It really shouldn’t be a huge concern because climbing stairs lately is comparable to the time I climbed Mt. Everest.

I feel like I look exhausted whenever someone takes a picture of me lately. I  do get mega tired from doing really simple things, but just not nearly as much as I feel the pictures portray. You would tell me if I looked like a zombie, right? 

My body is doing an excellent job of preparing me for a newborn. I typically wake up twice during the night to go to the bathroom and I also have developed restless arm syndrome. What is RAS you ask? A new syndrome I just made up. My arms have decided they need to be going places in the middle of the night. I keep getting my hand stuck in our headboard and will wake up to pain in my wrist from me trying to tug it out. I have also accidentally slapped Sel in the face twice because my arm will just raise itself up multiple times per night and then abruptly fall on Sel’s or my face.  A few times Sel has woken up frightened by the weird figuring hovering over our bed only to realize it is my arm. He is really sweet and will gently tuck it down by me, but alas, that stubborn arm will just take to the skies later on. It has actually become a HUGE relief to wake up in the mornings because I don’t have to keep forcing myself tokeep trying to sleep. Pregnancy is amazing folks. I can’t believe how it prepares you for the first exhausting weeks (months/years…).

This week was my last as a full-time employee at Kelly. I was feeling majorly overwhelmed and stressed about work and originally planned to put in my notice for the end of April. My boss was really sweet and asked me if I could stay on part-time until this little guy gets here which is actually pretty wonderful. It will give me extra time to get everything together while also not leaving me bored out of my mind. I have a HUGE list of projects I need to complete and am really hoping Baby R stays in there until his due date because I am 100% sure I will not be able to finish everything if he comes early.

Finally (since this isn’t a long enough post already) I cannot even begin to describe how incredibly kind our friends and family are. This kid has mountain of clothes to destroy that generous moms have passed on to me. I sometimes look in Baby R’s closet and get teary eyed looking at all of those boxes that symbolize what angelic friends we have. Also, I cannot even believe how much I love this little boy already. I had heard plenty of stories about how miserable pregnancy was, but very few told me stories about how deeply in love with a 3 pound little human you can fall. My heart feels like it is going to explode some days. The most precious thing has been happening lately. Baby R will have been chilling quietly on my commute home and as soon as Sel gets in the car, he starts rolling around and kicking up a storm. The other day we were holding hands while watching Spiderman and he just kept nailing Sel's arm. It makes me feel like he already loves his dad as much as I do. I am pretty sure I know who his favorite parent will be already. Aw! I cannot wait to see Sel hold our little boy.