Week 27.. 13 weeks until we meet Baby B! Things are really picking up around here. Showers are being planned, registries are sort of getting done and baby shows are being booked. We've also began work on the nursery... kind of. We've gone in and started drawing on the walls what we want to do and making sure our ideas are matching up. The bump picture was taken in the nursery again and you can see some of the drawing in the background. I thought it would be fun to show my progress and the room's progress at the same time.
As I mentioned before, we were at the beach all last week. We had a great time relaxing with family and enjoying some much needed time on the beach. My dad and B have this obsession with go-cart tracks. Every time we go on vacation together, they, along with my brother, have to race around a track at least once. There was a track down the street from my grandparent's house where we were staying so we walked down one day. As they were racing around the track, the lovely track attendant decided to drop his two cents on my pregnancy. The conversation went something like this:
Track guy: So why aren't you guys racing?
Me: *Patting belly*
TG: Oh I guess that's a good reason.
*Gives me a puzzled look*
TG: You're pregnant?! How far along are you?
Me: 26 weeks.
TG: Wow. How old are you?
TG: *Shakes head* Babies having babies.
WHAT?! Are you seriously telling me I was just told I was too young to have kids by a man who is working a teenagers dream job?! I was terribly upset by this. Maybe 25 is too young for some but I've been married for 2 years, graduated from college and am currently work my dream job. Why not add a little more joy into my personal life?
Ugh. Some people.
I'm dropping two bump pictures on you today. The first is a picture that B took last week while on the beach at sunset and the other is this week's current picture.
This week, Baby B is the size of a rutabaga. What do you do with those? At this point, the baby can survive, with medical assistance, outside my body but I've seen much smaller before. Her brain stem is almost fully developed and her cerebral cortex is also growing more and more. So she's basically becoming a complex, karate kicking, hand grasping little person in there. She's also measuring between 13 and 14 inches and weighs in between 1.5 and 2.5 pounds. That's a good size baby, if you ask me.
The good: My Snoogle pillow is really making sleep much easier so I feel a little more rested in the morning. And as most weeks, I still love feeling my little one kicking around in there. Though, the absence of kicks causes me to stay awake until I sit up and hunch over so my lungs crowd the baby's space and forces her to kick. Sorry, kid.
The bad: B got a recliner from my parents a few weeks ago and we realized that it is perfect for when my feet are swollen. It usually takes one short nap in the chair and my ankles are back down to size. A few days ago I noticed a nasty adverse effect. I realized that my hands were going numb and my elbows felt tingly. Yep. Somehow reclining causes fluid to shift in my hands and makes my carpel tunnel flare up. Awesome. And better yet, the baby also sits on my sciatic nerve which makes my legs hurt halfway through the day. I'm also eating Tums like they're Skittles these days but I'd take those symptoms any day over being sick. Oh, and I'm also still having contractions.
So we've covered last week, bump pictures, unsolicited opinions and my pity party. Sounds like a typical week in the B house!
See you next week.