What the HECK. Nineteen weeks? NINETEEN WEEKS? I swear, I just rolled over and told Max, "Whoops...well, that takes care of that. I'll be pregnant. You watch."
This is flying by. People, you better start your Christmas shopping because I will blink again and wake up pushing this human out of me. Holy schnikes. NINETEEN WEEKS. Let me get over my shock.
I knew this pregnancy would go fast. I mean, I have three small kids so there is no time in the day to dwell on anything let along the fact that another human is growing inside me. I'm pregnant over an insanely busy summer so weeks are flying by just from our schedule. Friday turns into Thursday immediately.
Anyway, onto baby talk.
I had a bit of a scare? No, that's not the word... a concerning moment a couple weeks ago. I've been having Braxtons as you know which is no big deal but I started having some intense, and I mean intense pressure with some cramping thrown in for good measure. While I was sure this was probably somewhere along the lines of normal, this was not normal for me. I never had anything like this while pregnant with the other three so I called up my doc's nurse to see what she thought. In stellar VIP style, Susa (the doc) actually called me back. I was shocked too. I'm sure we will see it on our bill. I had no bleeding and he didn't think it was labor so early on so there was no reason to come in unless that started. I was told to "take it easy, Jessie. You need to slow down." Hahahaha. Yeah, that's happening. HELLOOOOO, Susa, you have been all down in my business three times getting the fruit of my loins out of my body. Slowing down is not possible.
In all seriousness, I do really need to tone things down and have been trying. I find it very hard to have restrictions during pregnancy but my husband is awesome and just making me sit. "Relax" is a work I hear often. I try to do this for the baby. I feel immensely guilty though when I see Max come home from working all day and then run around the house tending to the kids, making dinner, checking on me to be sure I'm listening. Have I mentioned how awesome my husband is? He rocks.
My little Squirtypie is very active now. I feel him all the time rolling and kicking around in there. Max has felt him once while we were snuggling to sleep. I was facing his back and the baby gave a giant kick and Max felt it on his back. Dexter has also felt the baby with his hand but it was so faint I think Dex didn't believe it was from the baby. Squirt will get stronger and stronger and then he will believe it more.
This summer is dreadful. Awful. Disgusting. Hence the fact that I didn't even want to put on shorts to do a bare belly photo. I can't stand this heat when I'm pregnant. Why, oh WHY can't fall come? Not fall so much as the weather? Forget summer and the stupid humidity this year. Normally, sure, throw it at me. Love it but this year? Yuck. I'm miserable. I think of those poor, poor souls due in August or September and I think, "Suckers! Didn't know when to get preggo". This heat causes swelling, water retention and bad attitude out of me. My poor kids are only allowed outside with me during the early morning or late evening. This is a boring summer for them.
I read that I'm supposed to stay off my back now. Good gravy. I already had to give up my stomach sleeping months ago and now I have to stay off my back? What are they trying to do to me?!! And for some reason, I have developed this horrible trait where if there is any light in the room, ANY LIGHT, I can't sleep. So, in a tricky turn of events, I am actually starting to sleep though the night (no pee wake up calls!) but waking up at 6 to pee means I'm up at 6 because those tiny amounts of light coming through the blackout curtains keep me awake. Dumb. This lack of sleep is contributing nicely to my bad attitude from the humidity. I must be a joy to be around.
Until next week! When I am halfway done. AH!
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