32 weeks to the 40 weeks (a week late - again)

I have nothing specific to report this week. It’s more of the same, slightly on the lackluster side. With a bit of hip pain for good measure. I thought I at least wouldn’t have to experience such a thing as a busted hip until I was in my ripe old age, but maybe everything after pregnancy IS ripe old age?!

That being said, some more unexpectedness while expecting:

• A sound sleep is a distant memory. Sleeping in? HA. Even more of a joke. Everybody tells you to get as much sleep as you can before the baby comes, blah blah blah. It sounds like a broken record. WELL if they’ve ever been pregnant, they should search their memory for how sleeping was with a watermelon stomach. And if they’ve never been pregnant, they should try to imagine such a bodily freakshow. It ain’t pretty. You can’t get comfortable any which way. Not on either side and not on your back either because the baby crushes some artery and makes you feel like you could pass out. Plus there’s some insomnia added to that (no matter that you feel more tired than you ever thought possible – and scared to death of how that level of tiredness impossibility has not even come close to reaching its max). Oh and how could I leave out having to pee in the middle of the night? Which literally requires hoisting oneself out of bed. Sleep used to be one of my favorite things to do. I think I can pretty much chalk that up to a loss.

• The name game. We had shared some name options earlier on in the pregnancy quite openly. Needless to say, I was surprised by people’s reactions, either on the positive or negative end of the spectrum. Who knew everyone had such an opinion, from family members to my manicurist who literally said “ICK” to a name we were considering. The stance now is that we will officially bestow our child with a name ONLY when he/she is born (depending on which body parts it comes out with). We have our top choices hammered out but no more opinions, I say.

• The waddle is in full force. Or who knows, it probably gets even more waddle-ish. I shouldn’t speak too soon. But it’s pretty waddle-ish already. Sigh. I thought I wouldn’t have to succumb to it. Admittedly, I even thought the waddle was more of a preggo’s laziness than reality. Oh naïve non-preggo me. I wish I could go back in time and laugh in the face of my naivete. Hardy har har. You adopt the waddle people. No ifs ands or buts about it. Believe me, it’s not a choice.

• Irritable is my middle name. I find myself having less and less patience and tolerability for everything and everyone. I think my eyes are on a constant roll. This is either hormones or everything and everyone is just STUPID. Heck, maybe a bit of both. In any case, I need to reign this in before I turn into a full fledged biatch. Happy mommy=happy baby. La la la laaaaaaa.

Hmmm. That’s it for now! 8 weeks to go!