It’s a little late, but here’s my 32 week picture. The photos seem to be getting worse and worse, which I suppose means David is getting just as sick of this pregnancy as I am. Or at least that he’s getting sick of taking pictures of me. Oh well.
With eight weeks to go I’m tipping the scales at 30 pounds gained. Fan-tas-tic. The reflux took a week or so off, but it’s back in full effect now. And my relaxin-induced joint loosening is getting worse and worse. So bad, in fact, that I’ve started physical therapy for it.
I’ve never done physical therapy before, so I had no idea what to expect. It turns out that so far I basically just get a massage for 45 minutes and then they send me home with some exercises to do. Twice a week. Paid for by my insurance. I can live with that! Supposedly we’re starting “deep bone work” tomorrow, though, so the massages might be over. Sad day.
The highlight of the last few weeks has been an increase in movement. Or not movement exactly, but an increase in what I can feel, since the baby is getting bigger and the amniotic fluid level is maxed out (so the book says). So now instead of just some random nudge, I can tell that it’s actually a foot or an elbow. And that’s pretty freaking cool. I’m carrying basically the same as I was with Addie and he’s doing the same thing she was at this stage: he’s head down and he’ll push his feet out to my right side and his butt out to my left side, stretching me out as he stretches his legs. It’s pretty adorable.
Not so adorable are the intense Braxton Hicks contractions that I’m getting. I’ve had them since about 20 weeks, but at this point they’re pretty extreme. Much worse than they were with Addie. Obviously it’s still nothing compared to real labor, but they can leave my abdomen sore by the end of the day. And I get them ALL the time. The books say to call if you get more than four in an hour, but I’d be calling every single day if I did that. My midwives assure me that it’s normal in second pregnancies and that I’ll know if something isn’t right. Which I’m sure is true. But it’s still really annoying.
Other than that, I’m just trying to get through the move and settling in. It’s hard to imagine having a baby when we have another major life change just a week away. I think once we’re moved the next few weeks will go really fast. At least I hope so.
8 weeks to go!!