Month 7: Weeks 25-28

 

Week 25

I never really visualized getting this far. I was kind of tunneled in on 24 weeks, and now life goes on! I still find it hard to imagine myself as a big ol' pregnant woman, but it appears to be happening despite my lack of mental preparation. Yesterday I was so starving that I ate a big hamburger, an entire container of french fries, and a bunch of nuggets. It was heavenly. My mother stared on as I hummed happily and dunked a handful of fries in my ketchup. I'm all about fatty carbohydrates, and so far I haven't gained any extra weight so I'm cautiously allowing for some indulgence.

Remember my other picture with these pants on? Time flies. Just when I get used to how I look I realize I'm completely different.

Week 26

I got to talk to Mike's mom a bit this week. Apparently, both Mike and his sister were born at around 7lbs 10oz, and I myself weighed 7lbs 14oz at birth, but his brother weighed a whopping 9lbs. Let's hope this kid doesn't take after uncle Rob. Now let's see - 26 weeks!? I'm almost in the third trimester! In fact, according to some sources, I already am. Wow. And next week is my midwife appointment again. This time they'll definitely make me drink the orange glucose goo, steal some blood, and I think poke me with the Rhogam shot. Ugh. The cruelty. The Rhogam thing irks me. The nurse had all my test results, and said "you tested negative for HIV and herpes, but there was one thing that was abnormal-" I leaned forward in surprise, and she continued with a sad look on her face, "- You're RH negative." Well shoot, I could have told them that. For a moment they had me thinking I had some dread STD which would compel me to murder Mike for reasons of infidelity. Abnormal my heinie, the blood bank loves me for my A - blood. Anyway, I get a nice big shot to make sure my body doesn't eat the baby.

Looks like I'm slightly bigger than last week. Mike has started teasing me, he thinks my belly is really cute. So far so good, no stretch marks. Keep those fingers crossed. Yesterday I was sitting in my rocking chair watching Trading Spaces (it's a sickness, I tell you), when WHOMP - the baby rolled over and made my belly lopsided. I had to walk around the rest of the day with a big lump on the left side of my belly. It was really funny. And so far I don't have a line on my belly. My mom claimed she could see one, but on closer inspection I determined that it's just a happy trail. I'm turning into a man with all these hormones, go figure.

Week 27

Am I in my third trimester yet? I do believe it starts either this week or next. You can tell my researching skills are slacking as I'm getting sick of my stupid pregnancy books. I'm supposed to have signed up for a prenatal class by now too, boy am I on top of things.

Here's a video (on the right) of the baby kicking.

The baby is starting to move up a bit higher, though it's still camped out beneath my belly button, mostly on the left side. My ribs have started to ache some days, and my hips hurt at night. This is all going to make me very comfortable when I want to sit and watch the Harry Potter movie next month. Forget Lord of the Rings, I'll be either 10 months pregnant or at home with a newborn at that time. Oh well.

Bad news! Our midwife left our clinic! Now we have to switch clinics if we want another midwife, or else we're stuck with Dr. B, who has the worst bedside manner in the world. A midwife would minimize our chances of unnecessary medical intervention, we think Dr. B would maximize them. This is very stressful, because we can only switch providers once, so we're stuck with whatever happens after this.

Week 28

Holy cow! Almost 7 months pregnant! The baby can kick my belly into very unusual shapes, and we can feel tiny feet pushing. Weird. Look how huge I'm getting! And I thought that picture on the top of the page was big. The week-by-week difference amazes me. I feel so normal.

Check it out, I got a new purse. I started wearing a little one when I lost all my front pockets (sitting on keys is no fun, pregnant or no), and I determined that a purse must be big enough to carry a CD and a package of poptarts, so I got this one. Pretty cool. Anyway, I've decided that Dr. B probably won't be that bad. He assists a lot of midwives, and he delivered his sister's baby all naturally. He's a cold fish, but he's not a needle fanatic evidentally. My mother knows him, she vouched for him. "He may be a cranky-pants," she said, "but he's a good person." Good enough for me. At least I'll be comfortable yelling at a cranky-pants in times of agony.

I took my glucose test, which wasn't bad at all. It was an orange soda, apparantly they've switched from the big glass of goo they used to give people. I get my Rhogam shot tomorrow, at which time they'll tell me if I passed the glucose test and also let me sit down with Dr. B for a bit to grill him about this birth thing. Can you believe I only have 11 weeks left now? So much for prenatal classes! Maybe I should check up on that.