Well we’re finally here… trimester trois. The one where your belly takes on a life of its own a multiplies in size. yay! Most everything you read will tell you of all the glory in trimester number two. It’s the happy place between the nauseating first trimester (check) and the I’m-huge-everything-hurts (check, check) third trimester.
Baby is doing well…
Growing right on schedule (which is weird, Jace and Zoey always measured two weeks ahead of schedule.) And regularly participates in gestational dance parties. I don’t remember either of my other two moving this much, I just remember Zoey constantly having the hiccups. ha! We still don’t know which gender Baby is, but I would have to put my money on boy.
My cereal cravings have rescinded…
Thank god, because I was really going to get fat. I don’t really have any specific cravings lately…I just want to stuff my face with sushi as soon as he/she is born. God I miss sushi.
I am a Sausage Person…
in the sense that my limbs have basically all turned into formless, swollen, sausage-like appendages. If I stand for too long, I can leave my hand’s imprint on my calves. But if I sit for too long, my feet look as if they may pop. It’s really good stuff. SO attractive. 😉 I had zero swelling with Zoey, but Jace was even worse than this (although there is still time.) This is a contributing factor in my thinking it’s another boy!
I am a Sausage Person who often feels like she was just run over…
My hips hurt. so. freakin. bad. I cannot emphasize this enough. If I get up out off bed too suddenly, they will refuse to carry my weight… and I will fall. My hips are traitors. Again, my doctor assures me that this is a normal bullet that I was just lucky to dodge the first two pregnancies… but I’m starting to doubt him. I told Josh that as soon as the baby is born I’m going to lay in bed and just roll back and forth… just because I will be able to again. YOU try rolling over when your hips don’t want to… let me know how it goes. 😉
I have done zero things to prepare…
Unless buying 3 packs of diapers and one pajama outfit counts as some form of preparation…I’m doomed. haha! I just know that with both of my other children I acquired so much crap that you just do not need! Seriously, babies stay small for such a short time. They are hella fun to dress in cute outfits, but realistically they only fit in them for a matter of 1-3 months and you probably only need 2-3 cute outfits per size! hahaha. And my newborns always live in footie jammies. I freakin love a baby in footie jammies. ALL the heart-eyed emojis.
Don’t worry, She is definitely wearing shorts under there. 😉
Then, I don’t have a nursery to set up this time. Which feels weird. But we only have three bedrooms for now, and while we’re weighing our options in regards to moving… it
most likely won’t happen before Baby arrives so, we’re going to have to be roomies for a little while. Also, Zoey slept in my room until she was 8 months old. Her nursery was purely decorative for nearly a year. But it was nice to have a place to put all of her (sometimes unnecessary) stuff.
But in a way, we’re down to the final stretch here. I’m feeling like I won’t make it to 40 weeks this time (also new, my other babes felt like they would never come… and they never did naturally) but 12 weeks still feels like a really long time right now. Here’s to three more months of traitor hips and sausage limbs! Woo!
How about you, mommas? Did you ever feel like your hips were going to fall off during pregnancy? Or maybe did you even pray that they would……asking for a friend. 😉
You can check out my last Bumpdate here.