I had two baby showers last week, one that my sister hosted and another that my mother-in-law hosted. We went from having a few baby things, mostly clothes, to a ton of baby things and even more clothes. J finished the dresser and armoire for the nursery last week and I've been on laundry duty for the last two weeks. Seriously, we won't need clothes or blankets for his first year. Speaking of blankets... I've always had a thing for blankets. The patterns, textures, I love them all. So just imagine with a giant stack of flannel receiving blankets and another stack of thermal and fluffy blankets, I'm just picturing snuggling my sweet little boy in a different blanket every hour.
I finally posted a prego pic of myself to Facebook and everyone was so nice to my fat pregnant a$$. I totally swore I wasn't going to post any pic of myself prego on FB because there are other people who post the weekly photo, the ultrasound pic, the toilet pic of their mucous plug... okay maybe I haven't actually seen anyone do that last one, but you get the idea. Over sharing, much? The first pic I posted was blurry because J insists on zooming with the iPhone, which looks like crap, so I posted a mirror pic. Yes... I posted a mirror pic. I did all the things I hate on FB in one afternoon.
Seriously - Daisy got off the couch to pose for this pic. Ridiculous.
33 weeks. Feels like just yesterday... and it was a month ago.
This week I also celebrated my 27th birthday. It's amazing to me how different it was already from years in the past. I worked in the morning, we had to go to a funeral for J's uncle, we had a late lunch (Mexican) and went to Babies R Us where I gifted myself a diaper bag and a grooming kit for the baby. My mom, dad and sis got me a Shark steam mop. No drinks, no dinner out with friends... but it was a good day. I was shocked that I actually forgot my birthday was coming several times... I guess my mind is (understandably) elsewhere.
I'm not even going to comment on weight gain any more because I just don't care. I'm close enough to having this baby that it doesn't matter to me. I know I'm in the same old rut with the food cravings: corn dogs, Dr Pepper, Mexican food, pizza. I do want sweets, but I'd much rather have chips and salsa. My blood pressure has been great, the boy's heart rate is so fun to hear still and the swelling in my ankles is.... gross. I actually showed J one day and said, "Look at my ankles." He responded (accurately) with, "What ankles?"
I've also gotten the PUPPPs rash in the last two weeks and it just keeps getting worse. This rash develops only in pregnant women, mostly in the last few weeks of pregnancy. 70% of women that get it are having boys and it mostly effects first time pregnancies. I know it's spreading and it itches so bad my skin hurts. The only cure is to have the baby... some women are induced because the rash gets so bad. All I know is that I can deal, but this rash better disappear that first week after I have the baby or I will hurt someone. I'm only partially kidding.
People keep telling me I've dropped since they saw me last and I totally believe it. The little heartburn I did have is even less and I'm not AS out of breath as I was. My doc says he'll check me next week for the first time to see if I'm making any progress, which I know isn't really a judge of when the baby will come but I'd still like to know.