Today marked the beginning of week 26. I’m tired, I’m cranky, and I’m starting to get really big, really quickly (without any change in eating habits, which is extremely frustrating). Also, the pregnancy pillow has made its re-reappearance. As a result I had one full night of sleep several nights ago and as a result of that it will stay in our bed until I’m home from the hospital with a baby in my arms. Yes, I am tired enough to decide that one good night of sleep is worth being swallowed whole by a pillow (claustrophobia notwithstanding) every night until I finally give birth. Fingers crossed that it happens again. Soon.
I’m still wearing my rings, but after spending this morning out in what was apparently a 100 degree heat index and sweating through every article of clothing I had on, I’m a bit dehydrated and this has translated to the return of the sausage finger. I’m hoping that by tomorrow evening I will have been able to flush everything out of my system again, but otherwise it may be time for the back-up ring.
I continue to compulsively bake, but am very grateful that Matt has an office to which to shuttle the goods so that this time I don’t gain the equivalent of a fourth grader in poundage. Now for the main attraction.
Week 26 in my pregnancy with Liam (All I can see when I look at this picture is that it was apparently tolerable for me to be in a sweater (albeit short-sleeved). I’m so hot right now that I can barely breathe and there are days when I stay inside in shorts and a sports bra huddled over the air vent for hours at a time. I can’t believe that when we started talking about trying for this baby, it never occurred to me how pregnant I’d be in the summer and just how sweltering it would be…especially since it seems like everyone who asks when I’m due makes a comment about how pregnant I’ll be in August. Apparently the rest of the world could do this math, but it was too far beyond my capabilities. I’m fairly certain that this is the result of auditing AP Calculus in 12th grade. I should have known that Mr. Coty was right when he got mad at me for doing so…):
Week 26 this time around (I decided that although I’m fully aware that things are about to get a whole lot more impressive, I’d just bare it all with a bare-belly shot. The sleep differential between this time and last time (even while working, I was getting a LOT more sleep than this time around — I routinely slept 9 hours per night without so much as a slight waking) is really starting to show in my eyes, but as of yet I still feel like I’m recognizable. As I look at the pictures from last time, things were already starting to go off the rails at this point last time and each week I looked less and less like anything resembling Shannon. I can tell we’re heading down the same path, but I’m hoping that I take the journey slowly enough not to reach the depths I reached last time. I’m SO glad I never have to do this again…If only we could figure out an easy/cheap/uncomplicated way to have a third child without me ever having to be knocked up again…I’m not holding my breath: if science hasn’t figured out how to create and mass produce a seat chiller for a car (clearly a bias against those of us who are dying of heat stroke, since they long ago figured out how to put in seat warmers) then I’m guessing I’ll be entirely too old to raise any more children by the time they do figure it out. It’s not obvious that my brain wanders for a significant portion of my waking hours, is it?):
See ya on the flipside.