Since I last did a pregnancy update post at not quite 31 weeks, here is my offering at nearly 33 weeks.
See that face? I am officially so big now that it actually hurts to laugh hard. I’ve done a lot of it recently, though, and I’m grateful for good friends, loving family, and kind coworkers.
I got a haircut and a fresh infusion of maternity hand-me-downs from three of the women I love, so I am feeling more human in that regard, at least.
Factors contributing to feeling considerably less human: the aforementioned overstuffed sensation; trouble getting out of bed in the night; the spread of the baby rot; heartburn everlasting. Also, it turns out (though I shouldn’t be surprised) that I am also a third-trimester vomiter, in addition to all the first trimester morning sickness business. So there’s that.
Pip’s antics continue much the same. More and more we get the sensation one couple in our birth class called “cat in a paper bag” — he’s so very close, and yet an entire world away, wriggling away. Mostly, I can’t wait to have him on the other side, in my arms, but sometimes, in utter terror, I’m fine with him chilling in his paper bag house a little longer.
We had an ultrasound last week to verify that even though I am not showing as much as other women, Pip has plenty of wiggle room. Chalk it up to the long torso, I guess, but he’s tucked in there, growing away just fine.
Let’s keep it that way a bit longer, OK, son?