A smidge of an update

Today, for some reason, I’m feeling really overwhelmed with how quickly this baby will be here and how much there is to do to prepare for my maternity leave, the birth, and actually bringing home our baby. There is just so much to think about, so many things swirling around in my jacked up pregnancy brain, and I’m feeling an overwhelming need to just come here and write, de-stress, and update my little corner of the internet with all that I have been up to as of late. There’s a lot. Today, I’m just going to regale you with some fun little tidbits about how my pregnancy is going these days. I’ll be 33 weeks tomorrow, so we’re definitely moving right along.

This morning, while walking with my coworker to the cafeteria to get water, I sneezed… and peed a little. Oh joy. So yea, a gross reminder to keep doing my kegels.

Changing positions in the middle of the night has become SUCH a production. It’s really quite ridiculous. Usually when I wake up in pain, needing to turn over, I also have to pee, so I’m like, “Whatever, kill two birds”. However on those rare cases where I don’t have to go to the bathroom, I still practically have to edge myself out of bed to make the switch over to the other side. It doesn’t help that my husband sleeps diagonally due to the fact that our dog has decided to camp out at the end of the bed where his feet would normally go. (You see, our little “princess” has positioned herself perfectly in line with the meeting point of each air flow from the three fans we have running at night.)

Yesterday morning I had a bizarre, totally random, out of nowhere morning sickness incident that reminded me an awful lot of my first trimester. As I pulled into the parking lot of my office, I took my first sip of the coffee I had just purchased down the street, and immediately was struck with intense nausea. I did some panting and breathing to keep it down, a method I perfected during those first four months of pregnancy, until I was able to park my car, open the door, and be free to vomit all over the asphalt. Ugh. Totally. Completely. Out of nowhere. It was just like one of those sitcoms or completely unrealistic romantic comedies that pretty much all depict pregnancy as one cliché after another. Gross. Then I noticed a coworker friend of mine walking towards the office from his truck at the back of the parking lot, so I sort of ducked down as I continued to vomit and dry heave, and waited until I thought he would be close enough to the door so that I wouldn’t have to walk in with him and make conversation while sporting vomit-breath. Well, I looked up again and he had completely disappeared! I couldn’t figure out where he went, he seriously was there one minute, and gone the next. So I sort of gathered myself together and walked quickly to the door hoping to avoid a run-in. Found out later, at the surprise baby shower my boss and coworkers threw for me (I know, so sweet!), that he and my boss were at his car, had seen me drive in, and were both ducking down and hiding because they were trying to bring in the big wrapped pack-n-play they had planned to give me that afternoon. So you can guess that when I relayed the whole vomiting story to all my coworkers at the shower (yes I have no filter), we had a good laugh over the whole “I Love Lucy”-ness of it all.

One more Bradley class left! It’s been really fantastic actually, informative, empowering, I’d even say fun, but I’m so ready to have my Tuesday nights freed up again. 10 weeks in the summer is a REALLY long time. Now my biggest birth-related fear is that my baby is going to position him or herself breech, and after all our hard work, all the reading, all the worksheets, all the exercises, I’ll have to schedule a c-section. So send good anterior position vibes to me and my baby. I’m just about 33 weeks at this point, so he or she has plenty of time, I’m just being crazy and worrying about something I have absolutely no control over at this point.