Today, right now, I am 8 months pregnant. Eight Months!! That’s almost done! In my mind 8 months pregnant is really, really pregnant. In real life, it also happens to be really, really pregnant.
Last month I felt good. This month I feel …. big. I feel heavy. I feel out of breath and cumbersome. My hip joints are sore, probably from compensating for some new angle I’m walking or the new weight. My feet are very sore after only 30 minutes of standing or walking around. Sleeping is harder; the baby is pushing on my lungs and my stomach is being shoved up into my chest. I have a lot of acid reflux for no particular reason. And oh my the gas. It’s a lot… and from all directions, at all times. I am so lucky that I haven’t made a scene at work yet.
It’s funny how things change so quickly from month to month. I really did feel totally active and capable at month 7, and now I don’t so much. But! I would still choose feeling like this than feeling like I did for the first 5 months. I would rather deal with swollen hands, weight gain in my butt, thighs, hips, and arms, weird crushing of the lungs that prevent sleep, and a general slowing down of everything than the constant hungover nausea horribleness.
I realized this last weekend that I can no longer do malls. I went shopping on Saturday to spend gift cards, to do some returns/exchanges, and to help Kamel with the Nordstrom Men’s Sale. I, of course, had rocked Christmas shopping before this moment… and with proper snacks and meal breaks had avoided many meltdowns. But the amount of people bumping into me, my sore feet, the need to sit down every chance I got, the pee breaks, the energy it took to lumber from store to store – it was all too much. And when I left that afternoon I told Kamel: That was the last time. Until this baby is free of me, I am not spending my afternoon huffing and puffing around a mall again. Dunzo.
Other things that will not be happening until after the baby is born:
- Consumption of salty things. We made homemade popcorn the other day and the bottom of the bowl had the noms salty popcorn bits… this caused my hands to swell a ridiculous amount that could only be cured with ice packs and a lot of water.
- Flying. I am done with flying anywhere until after the baby is due. I flew a lot this pregnancy, more than I would have ever thought I would. And now I am done. And I am grateful.
- Walking up big hills. Even a small incline makes me slow down noticeably. And I feel like a crazy person saying this out loud, but hills are just too much work… and if they can be avoided, I will.
- Wearing my demi-panel pregnancy pants. They were so cute! And I had a lovely collection of pants with a stretchy top. But no more – I no longer fit into them, nor do I fit into my own sweatpants. It’s full panel pants, Kamel’s pajamas, or leggings only up in here. I also don’t fit into the majority of my normal human shirts. Or sweatshirts. It’s kind of a mess trying to get dressed in the morning.
Overall I feel like this has gone by really quickly. The first 3 months dragged in my mind because having the chronic flu for that long feels like eternity, but once the first trimester passed I definitely had the “Wait, what? Pinch me. We made it to the place where the baby will most likely not kick it? For reals? Wow” moment. And then it was 20 weeks, and then Thanksgiving and Christmas, and pow! Here we are today. 8 freaking months. Two more months to go.
I cannot wait to show you before and afters of our bedroom with the nursery setups. Plus more talk about prepping for babyland in a small space. All I am waiting for is some of my etsy purchases to arrive and for Kamel to Mr. Handyman that ish. Next time I do a for reals update it will be at 9 months. NINE MONTHS. Insanity.