So remember about 3-4 months ago when I was whining about not really having a "true" pregnancy belly. I was complaining because I was hoping for this basketball belly that looked cute and perfectly round poking through my pregnancy tops. At the time I found it frustrating to have this soft "pudge" that was occurring because it wasn't really showing that I was pregnant; it was more so showing that I was drinking too much beer or simply eating too much chocolate. Well crap! I now have got what I asked for.
As I enter my 37th week, I have achieved the basketball belly status. However this basketball feels oversized and is slowly approaching watermelon craziness. Not only is it obvious that I'm pregnant, about everyone and their mother seems to comment on how pregnant I look. Just a few days ago, a woman working the gates at the NCAA basketball championship tournament told me that there is special parking for women who are "12 months pregnant." She said this with so much pleasure and was obviously impressed with her humor. Ha! Well I wasn't laughing. Then the dressing room lady at Target last night asked me when I'm due because she felt like I was about to go into labor based on the beautiful waddle I was sporting.
Not only do you get unwanted comments and stares from everyone around you at this stage in pregnancy, you also have a hell of a time trying to...um you know...do any movement that requires you to bend at the waist. Holy crap! Tying my shoes feels like I'm trying to do the splits. Any why is it that I seem to drop everything now that it is almost impossible to bend over enough to pick it up off the floor? I also am finding now when I'm eating, I have to drop my belly between my legs so I can move forward enough to reach my food. Wow!
Now my fear is that I sound ungrateful and hormonal. Ungrateful no...hormonal yes. I know this is all part of the process and I'd carry Mt. Everest of bellies to make sure little Bella is growing the way she needs to be. But I do admit, I can't wait to get my flat stomach back if it is possible, be able to pick stuff up off the floor, and gracefully tie my shoes without ripping a hamstring. Just a few more weeks...
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Bed rest restlessness
So God tends to send messages. I believe He chooses to whisper, nudge, scream and even knock us on our butt...it all depends on our level of stubbornness. Well being that I'm obstinate as a mule, and couldn't quite understand the concept of taking it easy, God finally needed to get my attention a week ago.
For the past two months I have been going in twice a week for non-stress tests to make sure my amniotic fluids are where they need to be. And while these tests are a pain in my pregnant ass, they are painless and do allow me to see Bella a lot. Everything usually goes smoothly, but last week's test showed extremely intense contractions that the nurses believed were labor contractions. When the nurses told me what might be happening, I immediately freaked out...no big surprise right?
I got on the phone and called Beau in tears. Of course he was on his way to Big Bear to fish the day away. I tried to act strong and begged him not to come home; I didn't want to take him away from such a special day. But being the great husband he is, he immediately turned around and was at our house within the next hour. As we both waited around to see what the day was going to turn into, my contractions didn't let up and eventually were happening every 11-12 minutes. This was pretty alarming for me because I usually didn't have such intense or frequently occurring contractions.
We eventually were asked to come in and see the doctor so he could check my cervix. While my cervix wasn't found to be dilated, he sure wasn't happy with the work I was taking on and the commute I was making to my Newport Beach office. He looked at Beau and me asking if I could stop working, and Beau ecstatically replied "YES"!!! While I wasn't as excited as my husband, I knew it was time to start acting pregnant.
So that is what I'm doing right now. Acting pregnant. Feet are up most of the day, trying to keep little Bella in for what the doctor is hoping...at least 1 1/2 more weeks. I also haven't worked out in 9 days...I think the last time I skipped a week of workouts was when I was in junior high.
Am I good at this bed rest thing? Heck NO! I even cheated the past two days and went into work...SHHH...don't tell my doctor. But all in all, I think I'm doing a good job of obeying the doctor's orders when you compare it to the pace I was traveling at earlier this month. It's truly not about me anymore...and I know it hasn't been about me for the past 9 months. I got to listen, and most importantly...I need to stop moving so little Bella can cook a bit longer. Bare with me ya'll...due to this new pace called bed rest....I might blog a bit more and I might sound a bit more crazy than I usually do. Not quite used to sitting.
For the past two months I have been going in twice a week for non-stress tests to make sure my amniotic fluids are where they need to be. And while these tests are a pain in my pregnant ass, they are painless and do allow me to see Bella a lot. Everything usually goes smoothly, but last week's test showed extremely intense contractions that the nurses believed were labor contractions. When the nurses told me what might be happening, I immediately freaked out...no big surprise right?
I got on the phone and called Beau in tears. Of course he was on his way to Big Bear to fish the day away. I tried to act strong and begged him not to come home; I didn't want to take him away from such a special day. But being the great husband he is, he immediately turned around and was at our house within the next hour. As we both waited around to see what the day was going to turn into, my contractions didn't let up and eventually were happening every 11-12 minutes. This was pretty alarming for me because I usually didn't have such intense or frequently occurring contractions.
We eventually were asked to come in and see the doctor so he could check my cervix. While my cervix wasn't found to be dilated, he sure wasn't happy with the work I was taking on and the commute I was making to my Newport Beach office. He looked at Beau and me asking if I could stop working, and Beau ecstatically replied "YES"!!! While I wasn't as excited as my husband, I knew it was time to start acting pregnant.
So that is what I'm doing right now. Acting pregnant. Feet are up most of the day, trying to keep little Bella in for what the doctor is hoping...at least 1 1/2 more weeks. I also haven't worked out in 9 days...I think the last time I skipped a week of workouts was when I was in junior high.
Am I good at this bed rest thing? Heck NO! I even cheated the past two days and went into work...SHHH...don't tell my doctor. But all in all, I think I'm doing a good job of obeying the doctor's orders when you compare it to the pace I was traveling at earlier this month. It's truly not about me anymore...and I know it hasn't been about me for the past 9 months. I got to listen, and most importantly...I need to stop moving so little Bella can cook a bit longer. Bare with me ya'll...due to this new pace called bed rest....I might blog a bit more and I might sound a bit more crazy than I usually do. Not quite used to sitting.
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