The girls had fun feeling the baby kick this morning. Asher always tries, too, so I’ll have three little hands on my belly from the outside, and various little appendages kicking me from the inside. Too precious.
I am feeling well. The honeymoon trimester is quickly coming to a close, and I can tell, because I wake up sore and tired every morning. My back hurts, mostly, and it stinks to wake up tired and sore rather than refreshed and rejuvenated. But it’s part of the deal. I feel bigger, more awkward, slower. Par for the course.
I have gained anywhere from 9 – 14 pounds, depending on who’s scale you’re following. My scale says 14, the hospital-based midwives’ scale says 9. Either way, I hate weight gain. It’s emotionally difficult for me, as someone who has struggled to overcome an eating disorder, to go ahead and gain weight. As a former Bradley instructor, I firmly believe that you should let your body gain as much weight as it needs to – provided you’re eating the best quality diet you can, with lots of protein, produce, and whole grains. If you gain 60 pounds eating chicken and veggies, feel good about it. If you gain 10, as long as you’re eating well and satisfying your hunger, that’s fine, too. I know I’ve indulged my sweet tooth a little too often lately, so I’m trying to cute back drastically on sugar and see how things go. If I continue to gain weight, I will make myself stop caring about it. But it’s difficult to stay away from sugar with all of these birthdays…
As for a birth attendant, things are still up in the air. We are still praying about homebirth, but finances are a serious concern. If there’s any way to make it work, we will. The biggest concern, beyond finances, is distance. The two midwives closes to us are 30 – 50 minutes away, and I’m fast, so it’s tricky. It feels late in the game to be figuring this out.
I had a ton of heartburn a few weeks back (studies show that redheads cause their mamas more heartburn!), but the last week has been heartburn-free. However, I’ve been having other, um, digestive issues, so I’m thinking of cutting all dairy for a while and seeing if I feel better. My tummy has been miserable.
The baby is active and growing. I’m trying to achieve that elusive balance between enjoying the last months of pregnancy and looking forward to the baby’s arrival. I tend to do more of the latter than the former, and get antsy toward the end. 12 weeks (or less) to go!
I know a picture is warranted, but I’m still having so much trouble with my full hard drive and dated computer. One day, soon, it will all be fixed, I hope.