Week 27:
Whoohoo! I’m
SLEEPING!! Well sleeping the majority of
the night. I decided the Snoogle just
wasn’t cutting it so I built a pillow fortress around me, 8 pillows now in
total including the Snoogle. Aaron gets
in bed and can’t even see the TV because I have so many pillows built up around
me. He asked if he should just sleep on
the couch so I can be more comfortable.
Very sweet of him to ask but I need him as a ‘wall’ so my pillows don’t
tumble out on his side.
Week 28:
Back to sleeping good some nights and up tossing and turning
other nights. I knew it was too good to
be true to continue sleeping all night long.
Since this has been going on for well over a month, it pretty much is
starting to feel like my new ‘norm’ anyways.
I’m in my 3rd trimester (I KNOW! I can’t believe
I’m in the homestretch!) Yippee!! Lots of mental self-pep talks going on,
telling myself almost there… almost there… 2.5 more months… just get thru it! I cannot wait to be un-pregnant.
I had a first this week.
I’ve felt the baby move and kick for a while now but in the middle of
the night, I felt a strong pressure in my tummy, I reached down and felt a
large lump pushing to the outside of my tummy, felt like a huge tumor sticking
out. I freaked out and sat up in bed
with my hand on this bulge and woke Aaron up and by the time he woke up, the
bulge went away. I must have had a hand
or a foot in my hand for a good 5 second, it was literally bulging out of my
body. Since that night, I’m having it
happen more often, not as intense as that first time but now I’m not as freaked
out, I just lightly massage the bulge and whatever body part she’s pushing against
my tummy and it goes back into place.
Now one told me this would happen… why haven’t all you moms told me this
would happen?!?!! A little pre-warning
would have been nice so I could have avoided that full on panic mode.
I also feel this week like my tummy is super tight, at times
I feel like it’s going to rip open it’s so tight. I’ve been up’ing my cocoa butter to at a
minimum of twice a day as I’m really starting to fear getting stretch
marks. None yet and no signs of any that
are starting to form but I look at my naked tummy in the mirror and think to
myself where in the world is this baby going to grow to?!?! I’m already vertically challenged and don’t
have a lot of spare room to begin with! Ugg, I’m going to be huge by the end of this,
I already feel like a large marge carrying 20 lbs extra than I’m used to.
Passed my glucose test.
Everyone told me the drink for the test is absolutely terrible. I didn’t think it was that bad, until I got
half the bottle down, then I was forcing the rest. I took it like a champ, I knew it had to go down
so I just threw it back as fast as I could.
The amount I had to drink was more than I was expecting. I passed the test with flying colors, scoring
a 96 (acceptable range is 65-140). I
figured I would pass it… I don’t need
any test to tell me that I have a high tolerance to sugar, I’m a sugar-holic, I
already knew my body could handle massive amounts of sugar. I celebrated completing the test by eating 2
grape laffy taffys.
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