“Dear Baby, I am now, as of today, 32 weeks pregnant! There are only eight short weeks left before your due date. It has never felt more real, and yet it all still seems like pretend. I am so incredibly excited to hold you in my arms, yet the idea of being responsible for your life and upbringing is still a bit frightening to me.”
That’s an excerpt from the letter I just wrote Baby Sherwood. I wrote one at 13 weeks, describing my feelings and details about that stage of pregnancy, and finally got around to writing the one that I meant to write at the end of the second trimester. I have no idea if our child will ever enjoy reading the letters, but even if he or she doesn’t, I think it will be fun for me to go back and relive this moment in time. I tell the baby things like what names we like, how I’m feeling, where we are with preparing for his or her arrival and just how much I already love him/her (the English language really needs a gender-neutral personal pronoun!)
Anyway, here’s this week’s photo, this time in a more form-fitting outfit at my sister’s request:
[Note the tail escaping across the frame.] My sister is right though – most of my weekly photos are in outfits that don’t exactly show off the bump. This is because we take them every Sunday after church and I just leave on whatever I’m wearing, which has tended to be a skirt or dress a lot of the time. Not so this week!
This reminds me that I created a “Belly photos” tab at the top of the blog last week with all the photos and links to the weekly updates, so you can see my progress and my sometimes terrible fashion choices all in one spot now!
So, as you can tell from the above photo, I’m really pregnant now! Really as in, for real. Sleeping comfortably and getting in and out of bed are challenging. I’m starting to feel puffy in spots, notably my ankles (from certain angles, they’re cankles) and fingers, which I only noticed because I couldn’t get my engagement ring off the other day! I think I’ll just leave it on for the rest of the pregnancy so people don’t think I’m a punk unwed high schooler. And I’ve been trying to put my feet up whenever I get the chance.
This weekend I was traveling yet again, back to my parents’ house 1.5 to 2 hours away for my brosef’s 20th birthday dinner and wedding dress shopping with my sis. It was an easy trip, but with the exception of Thanksgiving, we are DONE traveling for the rest of this pregnancy! I have spent more weekends away than at home over the past month or so, and I really need to focus on getting the nursery ready and that sort of thing on the weekends. My weeknights are almost always filled with something, either a Bible study, childbirth class, social event or meeting of some sort, so I’m hoping that calms down a little bit over the next few weeks too.
I always do enjoy my travels though. It was great seeing all my extended family at the birthday dinner, spending time with my mom and sister while shopping and visiting a friend’s new house. These semi-spontaneous little weekends will be a lot more complicated when we have a child and all the baby stuff that has to come with us.
In other baby news
I took our carseat out of the box this afternoon and started to read the instruction manual. So many safety concerns! My pregnant brain couldn’t handle it all at once so I need to go back and finish reading it later. Biggles, of course, hopped right in to test it out.
He quickly decided the box it came in was more interesting.
In other other news
We were two of those chumps who forgot to set our clocks back last night, so we missed out on our extra hour of sleep! Luckily, when we were 5 minutes into our drive to church the choir director called me to let me know of a change in singing plans and tipped me off that it was only 7:40 a.m., not 8:40. So we turned around and made use of our extra hour by going grocery shopping.
Speaking of choir, writing that just reminded me that I have practice right at this moment. Ugh! I blame the pregnant brain again. Gotta go!