This week Mayby is the size of a Butternut squash.
(My sweet and amazingly talented photographer friend, Kimmy, took these photos when we were eating dinner at her house one night. My favorite thing about them is that they were taken in her backyard and truly capture the beauty of where we live in the last throes of winter.)
Well I am 30 weeks and that means a few things: bi-weekly doctor appointments; a terrible, uncontrollable urge to nest; waning energy; a growing and rather cumbersome belly; a bladder that will never be quiet; and that the countdown has officially begun! 10, 9, 8….each week that passes brings us closer and closer to meeting her.
It also means that starting next week, I will begin revealing some clues to her top-secret name! But more on that later…
For all of you who so kindly ask me on a regular basis, I am proud to report that as far as nausea goes, I am feeling GREAT! I have been for about the last 4 weeks. Maybe my body has finally adjusted to this whole pregnancy thing? *update: so I wrote this PRIOR to last night when I came down with a case of full-blown first trimester nausea which I still haven’t kicked. Verdict’s out to whether it is a fluke or will be sticking around till the end. Wah Wah.*
It does, however, like to remind me of how large I am getting by giving me roaring joint pain at the end of the day, especially in my hips and lower back. I guess they are stretching out and easing into preparation for what’s to come.
Sleep has still been good to me. Other than catching myself trying to sleep on my back (bad) and stomach (worse), I am only waking a few times a night and then able to go right back to sleep. As far as dreams? I could write a book on their inspiration alone. Most likely it would be a dystopian novel with a hastily concocted, cliffhanger ending. No idea what’s fueling them.
There’s a song by Marc Broussard called “Lonely Night in Georgia.” The lyrics speak of a man coming home to his wife after a long journey and there’s a line that says, “Now my senses are heightened by the last hundred miles.” I feel that. My senses have been heightened. My emotions are quick. My heart is holding onto things ever tightly. My feelings are sensitive. My eyes and ears and hands are noticing the smallest of details.
It’s as if it is saying: “Your life is about to transform. Notice this, remember this moment, savor this time. It won’t ever be like this again. Soon you will be changed.”
It makes me laugh and it makes me cry. Both sometimes together. Tis the life of the pregnant mama!
Oh we are waiting on you, Baby Girl. Two more months until you are ours!