Gettin’ up there! I think next week will be the official start of my third trimester? It’s a little unclear when it starts. Previously pregnant ladies, can you confirm? Does the third trimester start at week 28?
How I’m feeling:
Still ridiculously tired. I actually took a nap today, which is unheard of for me. I’ve basically decided that I’m going to do nothing that involves leaving the house on Sundays for the rest of my pregnancy, with the exception of my prenatal yoga class. Having the day to rest and recharge is vital. Obviously, this won’t work out every Sunday, but I’m going to make it a priority.
Round ligament pain is back! The midwife said I’m in prime growing time, so all of my ligaments are stretched to the max. Now that I know what it is and what to expect, I’m not really freaked out about it like I was when it happened early on. Unfortunately, walking (and sometimes yoga) triggers it, which makes exercising difficult.
Mentally, I’m feeling pretty good. I’ve been reading a book on breastfeeding and that’s forcing me to think about the future in a positive way. Instead of obsessing about what might go wrong in the pregnancy, I’m looking forward to taking care of my healthy baby when she gets here.
How I look:
Oh man. During the second trimester I’ve been gaining about 2 pounds a week. This is double the average amount. Double! So far I’ve gained 22 pounds. Some women only gain 25 pounds their entire pregnancy and I still have 13 weeks left to go. Obviously, I’m going to skyrocket over that figure. I was lamenting about my weight gain to the midwife at my last appointment and she didn’t seem concerned. She said it usually tapers off at some point. Let’s hope, otherwise I’m looking at gaining upwards of 50 mother-effing pounds.
I mean, I shouldn’t really be surprised. I was so careful about everything I put in my mouth before I got pregnant. Even when I was trying to add more fat to my diet, I shifted everything else I ate around to try and avoid gaining any weight.
And now? Well, now I’m not counting calories at all. So I don’t know what I expected. You can’t go from being a total psycho about what you eat to not really caring, and not expect to gain more weight than the average pregnant lady who has been eating consistently all along.
Am I making sure I get my vegetables and proteins and grains every day? Yup. But did I eat a chicken cheesesteak on Friday and ice cream on Saturday? Why, yes, yes I did.
Basically, I just wish I could own my weight gain. I’m not really ready to stop eating the occassional cheeseteak and ice cream cone, so if I’m not going to change anything, feeling bad about it is doing me no good. And it’s like, who the hell cares? Why am I even focusing on this? It’s such a dumb, self-centered thing to get all hot and bothered about. As long as the baby is healthy, I should be content as a clam, right? But old issues die hard, I guess.
Ok, whew. Rant over. Anyway, here’s the latest belly shot, with special cameo appearances by Gretel and Beaker. Enjoy the rest of your Sunday, everyone!