My belly at 32 weeks pregnant. Where, oh where does the time go?
My head is buzzing at the moment. House has been repainted (pics to come). I have gone through almost every nook and cranny in this place trying to reclaim as much of our home as possible from random stuff: resorting, recycling, giving/throwing away what we don’t need/have space for. Had our hospital tour last week (a dozen women and their partners waddling around, peering at pacing bleary eyed men and busy nurses smiling up from charts). Prenatal classes start this week.
My iron isn’t quite as high as my midwife would like so I am now supplementing, eating kale every day and, gasp, I have added red meat to my diet. Well, by “add” I mean that I have bought some locally raised, grass fed, hormone-free ground beef and I will be making some chili with it shortly. Tomorrow probably. (This does not, by the way, mean that you can’t get along just fine as a pregnant vegetarian. You can. I have always been low on iron, even when I was eating meat- talk to your midwife/doctor about what to do to get your iron levels up if it’s a concern for you. Next time I get pregnant I will be paying much closer attention to this part of my diet).
We bought a used stroller and now I am having a bit of an issue finding an adaptor bar for a car seat. When I talk to the stroller dealers/customer service people they ask me questions like, “What is the model number of your stroller?”, “Do you want it to fit the Shumba Wumba or the Bladda Blooda?” I have now said various versions of the following, “I have never had a kid. I have no idea what a Shumba Blooda is. Is that an actual product? A brand name? That monster that hides out in closets and terrifies kids in the night?”
At the best of times I hate it when people spew industry specific jargon at me. I don’t work in your industry. How in the hell could I possibly understand your acronyms and code words? I would not describe laying on my swollen belly trying to find a model number on the bottom of a stroller a “best of time” so cutesy, bouncy sounding jargon at that point pretty much makes me want to stab myself with a spoon.
Other than that, things are good. I like being pregnant. It took a bit of getting used to (the getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger part), but I like it now… I think I’m going to miss it. It is a fascinating thing, a whole human being right in my belly. Crazy. Wonderful.
And it’s going by so fast…
More belly bump pics:
31 weeks pregnant (emotional rollercoaster)
30 weeks pregnant- no photos! I missed it! Ack!
29 weeks pregnant (fitness edition)
28 weeks pregnant (bring, do, take & an ode to accepting help)
27 weeks pregnant (christmas edition)
26 weeks pregnant (psychedelic tool edition)
25 weeks pregnant (clean freak)
23 weeks pregnant (the meltdown)
22 weeks pregnant (grand canyon edition)
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