[26w5d]Depending on who you ask, today is my last day in the second trimester. Some say I have another week. At this point, it really doesn't matter. We're in the home stretch. I have three months and two days until my due date.
Three months still feels like a long way off. I know it isn't, but when I consider how much hip pain I have (especially on my left side) and how hard the baby kicks, I can't imagine what the third trimester will bring. Also, last night was the first time I'd slept well in a week, due mostly to our kitten who spends her nights either sleeping directly on me (the other night I woke up and she was on my neck -- what the?) or is running around the house, playing with the blinds, or batting around the antenna on my clock radio. She doesn't understand that pregnant ladies need their sleep.
I had another appointment this past Friday and took the glucose test. My blood test had to be less than 135 and I'm proud to say it was a measly 97. Thankfully, sugar and me can remain friends. I also now have gained 22 pounds, teetering just under 170. Yikes. Pregnancy is beautiful but, frankly, the scale sucks. I don't understand, though, how the standard weight gain can be the same for some petite little 100 pounder and me, who is pretty solid and has always looked like I weigh less than I do. I keep telling Adam that I think I'll end up gaining somewhere around 40 pounds (5ish pounds more than recommended), and I'm okay with that. I eat when I'm hungry, I exercise a lot, and I like chocolate.
Lucky me, I will see many of my favorite people this coming week. Living so far away makes going home such a treat. Rochester, here I come.
Three months still feels like a long way off. I know it isn't, but when I consider how much hip pain I have (especially on my left side) and how hard the baby kicks, I can't imagine what the third trimester will bring. Also, last night was the first time I'd slept well in a week, due mostly to our kitten who spends her nights either sleeping directly on me (the other night I woke up and she was on my neck -- what the?) or is running around the house, playing with the blinds, or batting around the antenna on my clock radio. She doesn't understand that pregnant ladies need their sleep.
I had another appointment this past Friday and took the glucose test. My blood test had to be less than 135 and I'm proud to say it was a measly 97. Thankfully, sugar and me can remain friends. I also now have gained 22 pounds, teetering just under 170. Yikes. Pregnancy is beautiful but, frankly, the scale sucks. I don't understand, though, how the standard weight gain can be the same for some petite little 100 pounder and me, who is pretty solid and has always looked like I weigh less than I do. I keep telling Adam that I think I'll end up gaining somewhere around 40 pounds (5ish pounds more than recommended), and I'm okay with that. I eat when I'm hungry, I exercise a lot, and I like chocolate.
Lucky me, I will see many of my favorite people this coming week. Living so far away makes going home such a treat. Rochester, here I come.
2 comments:
Truly, you look lovely! Your weight looks very healthy, too. I think scales are unreliable sometimes - some people are very muscular and muscle weighs more. Anyway, I'm glad to hear you and the baby are doing well! :)
yeah hip pain. i feel you. but you look fabulous :).
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