Jicama Week (32 Weeks)

I remember hitting week 32 with Shirley Jean and having to look up online what on earth a jicama is! BUT, apparently this week, BittyWee is as big as one. :)

According to BabyCenter.com:

By now, your baby weighs 3.75 pounds (pick up a large jicama) and is about 16.7 inches long, taking up a lot of space in your uterus. You're gaining about a pound a week and roughly half of that goes right to your baby. In fact, she'll gain a third to half of her birth weight during the next 7 weeks as she fattens up for survival outside the womb.

This is all a very nice way to say I'm getting huge-mongous. The only thing growing faster than my belly is my boobs. (Sorry, Kristi.) I made it through my whole first pregnancy with only a few stretch marks on my hips and thighs...JUST two nights ago, I discovered a little family of stretch marks underneath my belly-button. I'm upset.

I'm sorry it's been a month since I last posted a pregnancy picture, and I don't really have a very good excuse other than that I'm tired. I don't want to post a picture of myself in sweatpants and a nasty half-ponytail, and that's how I look most days. It's been a tough two weeks or so. All of a sudden, I am exhausted all the time. I could sleep twelve hourse a day or more.

At my appointment with Fern last week, I had only gained three more pounds, bringing me to a grand total of 17 pounds for this pregnancy so far. I am pleased with this--of course, catching the flu over Christmas didn't hurt. I am already starting to see Fern every two weeks. I can't believe how fast this has gone! My blood pressure remains low, and I'm assuming I passed my glucose test...I forgot to ask.

This baby is unbelievably active. With Shirley, I couldn't feel specific body parts moving around inside of me, just wild kicks. This time, I can feel elbows or feet or a head or bottom moving all around. This is NOT something one gets used to!

This week I have grown increasingly more clumsy with every passing minute. I drop things, spill things, run into walls...you name it, I've ruined it or run into it. Earlier this week I SMASHED my foot getting into the shower. My toe is still swollen and bruised. I don't think it's broken, but it's not pretty.

I think that's about it...this post has gotten long enough!

Week 32

Well, I missed a photo for Week 31. So sue me.

I'm starting to feel pret-ty pregnant. I'm having trouble getting up from the couch, sitting up in bed, and of course, putting on socks.

This week, DesvousJunior measures 19 inches long from head to heel and weighs in at a whopping four pounds. This means that Baby won't get much longer, just basically double in weight. It's hard enough as it is to reach my feet! I can't imagine how I'll feel in a couple weeks!

By this point, DJ has all the hair it is going to have by the time it's born, whether it's a full head like those Plumm babies, or a little (though respectable) peach fuzz like the Dufferts. We shall see!

Last night, I laid on my back on the floor and Cara taught me how to feel for the baby's head and bottom. VERY cool! The head feels like a little baseball right below my belly button.

Naomi, Lauren, Emma and Pedro all got to feel. Then when Richard came upstairs I showed him. We got worried that we were poking the baby's eyes, so we stopped. : )

Not much else to report at this time. My face has cleared up without having to use the cortizone cream that the doc sent home with me, so that was nice. We're still not quite sure what happened there.

I've been thinking...

...about my breasts.
Unusual?
No.
I have a shower coming up soon, as many of you know. Invitations should be arriving yesterday or today!! : )
Is it appropriate to have a breast pump on my registry for the shower?
I just don't know.

I'm done now.

Warning: this post contains graphic content.

Turns out, I had an allergic reaction to.......something.
The doc wan't sure what happened to my face, but called it scaly.
Cool.
It still covers well with makeup, so I'm not too stressed about it, plus it's a lot better today and I'm not nearly so itchy. Yay!

Between you and me, I've been really down in the dumps since Saturday. I just couldn't put my finger on what was bothering me.
I couldn't put my finger on it, but I kept having visions of you-know-what's ripping open, and birthing squished up, blue infants that come out screaming and never stop until the day. they. die.
Rich and I talked about it last night and I have come to a conclusion:
Yeah, I don't want to do that.

I suspect that I have had an allergic reaction to giving birth.