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| 39 weeks today |
This pregnancy has been so incredibly different from my previous two. from start to (near) finish, it has flipped everything I thought I understood about my body on its ear and completely surprised me.
With my first two I was ravenous. All day. Every day. I wanted to eat everything in sight, and I did.
This time, I couldn't stand to even think about food for basically the entire first trimester. I could literally take a bite of something I thought I wanted to eat and instantly feel nauseated and gross. I never actually upchucked, thank God, but I sure did feel close a few times. I lost nearly 12 pounds in the first trimester! like, what?! that's definitely different from both times before.
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| The color run Atlanta 2014 |
Something else that I actively made different this time is that I was much more exercise-conscious. Shoot, I did TWO 5K's during this pregnancy, and ran in the neighborhood in between, until my pitiful pelvis just wasn't having it anymore, and even then I started walking at least 3 times a week, often more than that.
I slowly but surely, once I was able to stomach, oh basically anything, put on the 12 pounds I had lost. this is to be expected. you can't go from not being able to eat to suddenly having a normal appetite without a little gain.
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| my beautiful and talented friend did my maternity pictures |
Up to now, at 39 weeks, I have gained a total of 18 pounds from my starting weight. Can we say miracle?! Just as a reference point I gained 85 pounds with my first, and did only slightly better with my second gaining a whopping 65 pounds!
Given, I didn't start out at my ideal weight with this pregnancy. I started off technically overweight according to BMI standards. and they say that the more heavy you are before pregnancy the less you should gain. According to nurses at my doctor's office I should have gained only 15 pounds being overweight to start. oh well. I feel fantastic at only 18 pounds. Nobody can bring me down from this high.
Nobody of course except my own anxiety perhaps.
I have been surprisingly calm this pregnancy. I haven't been especially miserable, and with my managed growth I have been able to stay comfortable and not have any complications. My blood pressure has stayed nice and low (with my oldest I had pre-eclampsia, so that is always a looming fear) which is such a blessing.
I did discover this pregnancy that dairy does not agree with me and since then my heartburn has drastically decreased and my acid reflux at night has all but disappeared which makes life much more bearable, like, you have NO idea.
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| thankfully I can get Soy ice cream... |
Yes, I know, I'm a veteran at this. I have 2 babies already, and for the most part, despite making poorer decisions with the 2 of them (diet and exercise wise) I had smooth deliveries. I have taken this pregnancy head-on with a much more positive mantra and a much more healthy perspective.
So why am I so nervous?
I am anxious to meet my newest princess, Alice Aurora. And I'm so excited to be able to go back to sleeping on my stomach, like woah. And I'm excited to be more maneuverable. But I am so stinking nervous at the same time.
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| He's so precious |
I feel like there is still so much to do. There really aren't too many things that are especially pressing. Most of it is all in my head as my precious husband is constantly reminding me. But somethings are. For instance, I am being induced in TWO DAYS and I still haven't packed my bag... yep procrastinate much? Don't get me wrong, I have a list, and a bunch of things set aside to be put in said bag, but I'm not done. I think (here I go "psychologizing" myself) a big part of that is that if I get that bag packed and ready I am admitting to myself that this is happening. No going back.
Well, for now I think I will procrastinate some more and go and sit in the tub and soak for a while.
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