Last post for the morning

I’m up 10 lbs finally. I am managing this by drinking 500-700 calories a day. If I stopped drinking so many calories I would abruptly lose the weight I’ve gained. At the end of a pregnancy the placenta + fluids + baby weigh somewhere between 10 and 20 lbs. Can be up to 30 lbs depending on what you are including in pregnancy weight.

So I’m not even holding my own against the weight of the baby in my weight gain. I’m still losing weight, effectively. And I’m not in the clinically obese category so this is not doctor recommended. If I manage to gain another 10ish pounds in the next 8 weeks then I won’t have caused the baby to dramatically eat me. If I fail to gain that much… the baby is eating me.

I think it is funny that the chicken wing on me left arm is just about entirely evaporated but the chicken wing under my right arm is still freely swinging. Hilarious.

I still have jiggly apron pudge on the bottom of my distended belly.

I’m still wearing my regular size large pants if they are stretchy in the waist. I’m mostly wearing regular shirts. I just don’t neeeed maternity stuff in the main. I wear my regular dresses.

The acid reflux from water is fucking killing me.

The baby still feels traverse to me. I’ll find out in two weeks at the 34 week ultrasound. I see my OB this week for the 32 week check up.

Traverse means an attempt to spin the baby and if it fails then a mandatory c-section. I’m not scared about that.

In my previous pregnancies a c-section was the boogey man. Not this time. I feel very… at peace. I want this baby out in less than 24 hours. I don’t care how. I won’t need this uterus again after this so it doesn’t matter if you do some damage to it this time getting the kid out. And while you are at it, tie my tubes.

Physically and emotionally I can’t go through this again. I can’t do this to my family. I’m so god damn depressed and physically disabled that this isn’t an ok thing to do again. This is my limit.

I’m not exercising how I should. I’m so weary I feel like I can barely walk around the house to do basic chores. My body is having more pain because of the lack of exercise.

That’s something cool about this pregnancy. I’m FEELING the difference between good food and exercise vs not having good food and exercise. I’m not sure I’ve ever had such a dramatic physical experience of going back and forth. I can tell when I will feel bad and why. That’s kind of neat.

I have 4-5ish weeks of driving left in me. I’m stopping 3-4 weeks before my due date depending on how I feel. The driving hurts. Lightning bitches about the car posture. It’s not comfortable.

This is still an active kid but not quite as active as they were a few weeks ago. I think they are feeling a bit more cramped.

FMC is still encouraging me to try not to gender the baby. They have a good point. But it’s also hard.

I love the name we picked out. It’s kind of pretentious sounding but it is humorously pretentious in a way that honors the three women who have done the most to keep me moving through life. Who doesn’t want to be a spiritual gift of style and charm?

If I could emotionally get off the damn forums my arms would feel better. So would my neck.

Come on Krissy. Do it for your body.