Freshman year of college I met Jon Stewart at a book signing event, and I’ve been a fan ever since. I’m sure baby boy will be too.
{image and onesie by Truly Sanctuary}
Freshman year of college I met Jon Stewart at a book signing event, and I’ve been a fan ever since. I’m sure baby boy will be too.
{image and onesie by Truly Sanctuary}
There’s no denying any longer that my belly button wants out. My former innie is not an official outie yet, but it’s getting more and more shallow. I think it’s just run out of room in there! Early on, JB told me that he would be totally accepting of my changing body… except if my belly button popped. He was convinced that a new outie belly button would freak him out.
Boy is he going to be shocked when he returns in a couple of weeks! My body has changed dramatically in the last 7 weeks, and I’m sure it will look completely different than it does today upon his arrival.
In other news, I developed a new pregnancy side effect this week: leg cramps. The searing pain of my first ever charley horse startled me awake, and I literally jumped out of bed screaming. I would have scared the crap out of JB if he were home. The following night I was woken up by a charley horse in the other leg. As you can imagine, I was nervous to go to sleep the next night for fear it’d happen again. Luckily, I haven’t had another charley horse… yet. (Knock on wood.)
At this week’s OB/GYN appointment, I was measuring 33 weeks. Previously my measurements were corresponding exactly with my weeks, so I was surprised by this sudden growth. Does this mean that I’m going to deliver early?
{self-portrait taken at week 31, day 5}
At my Sunday prenatal yoga class I spied a mama-to-be wearing a love makes the belly go round t-shirt.
I don’t understand women who wear t-shirts advertising that they’re pregnant. Are they afraid people will mistake them for being fat and want to make it crystal clear that they are with bump, not plump? Or are they just so proud of their baby bellies that they want to express their excitement with cutesy slogans?
Maybe I can’t appreciate the humor or sweet sentiments of these types of maternity tees because I don’t care for clothing with taglines in general. I mean, I’m pregnant, and I love pickles, but you’ll never catch me wearing a shirt expressing my adoration for the salty snack.
But there is something out there that’s worse than maternity t-shirts: DADDY TEES.
{got epidural? tank by Leave Me B}
When I showed up for my OB/GYN appointment today and the friendly receptionist who usually recognizes me stared in confusion, I figured it was because she wasn’t used to seeing me with clean, straightened hair. Turns out she was confused because my doctor wasn’t in the office. My appointment, she told me, was actually scheduled for tomorrow.
What?? I had even double-checked my planner last night and this morning to confirm my appointment, but I must have only looked at the time, not the date.
I blamed the mishap on “pregnancy brain,” and the receptionist and I shared a laugh. Then we chatted for a minute about nail polish before I left, mildly embarrassed, wondering how many other pregnant women make silly mistakes like I just did.
So ‘fess up: What absentminded things did you while pregnant?
{image by Juliana Salcedo via UPPERCASE}
My maternity wardrobe is pretty boring. Because I work from home I don’t have a reason to get dressed up very often. Heck, I don’t have a reason to get dressed very often! But when I do, I usually wear a maternity tank top or tee with one of my pre-pregnancy cardigans. Not. Very. Exciting.
As the temperature continues to rise, soon I’ll have to ditch my cardigans. When Ashlee Simpson was pregnant she was often photographed in a maxi dress, and I still recall how comfy yet stylish she looked. I would love to have a closet full of maxi dresses that I could wear for work and play. I know that Old Navy sells maternity maxi dresses online, but based on some of the reviews, I worry that they might be too short on me.
The other day I finally met the young couple who moved in down the block. They’re expecting their first baby in September! When the wife and I ran into each other on the street, I was walking Briscoe in black yoga pants, a large non-maternity t-shirt and an unbuttoned denim shirt. My hair was up in a messy bun, as I hadn’t washed it in, um, days. I looked like a complete shlub. It was slightly embarrassing.
She, on the other hand, was still dressed in her “business professional” black suit and brightly hued blouse. We laughed about what a drag it is to get dressed while pregnant and how expensive it can be to buy a whole maternity wardrobe. Still, she managed to look smart and sophisticated, and I looked like a slob. Maybe I should start making more of an effort to put myself together in the morning. You never know who you’re going to run into…
And I can’t believe that the single digit countdown has begun! Just nine weeks to go until the little man arrives. Where has the time gone? And why do I still have so many things left on my To Do list??
{self-portraits taken at 30 weeks, 4 days}