23 weeks. It feels like we should be running out of things to talk about.
Here are the bump pics.
I took a bunch from the front, but I forgot to adjust the setting on the lens and I now have a series of boob/bump pics at an uncomfortably close angle. I will spare you from those. As a result, this is really the only front one where you can kind of see the bump. I was posing with the book to show my terror, but my only facial expressions are giant smile or stare blankly, so I don’t look terrified. I look like a smiling lady holding a book with mildly crazy eyes that are not really smizing.
And, because I know some of you like looking at these pics, here are ultrasound pics from my visit to the perinatalogist.
Now, for this one, I’m pretty sure this is his leg.
He’s becoming giant. He’s measuring ahead of schedule, but they didn’t make any due date adjustments. He’s not quite 1.5 lbs. He has long legs and arms, which he definitely doesn’t get from me. According to the pregnant lady websites, he’s either a grapefruit or a mango this week. All I know is that he is a dancing machine.
Bullet list time.
- We went for Thai food on Friday night. I’ve been craving good Chinese food, but that is not easy to find in Las Vegas. (There is a lot of really bad Chinese food.) We got an appetizer sampler and it had spring rolls that were so incredibly good. I then proceeded to order another separate order. I had three that night and the other two were lunch the next day. I want more. I want them all. Every single spring roll. Spring rolls are the new sno cone.
- After getting advice from friends, we went to Babies R Us to start a registry so that I can have coupons. I greatly appreciated that telling me the location of the bathroom was one of the first things that the woman did. We decided on furniture. We put a few other things on there so that we can get the discount later. But while we were there, we picked a nursery color. I’ve been calling it baby green, but BRU is calling it sage. Now, I have to buy one of the sheets so that we can get the color matched. (And then someone else can apply paint to the walls. I have accepted my limitations and I am never going to paint that room. Ever.)
- The day after registering, I was using some coupons to buy the crib. Then, I saw a different deal where if you bought this one style of dresser, you got the crib for free. Sold. Baby furniture delivered to the store for pick up for $584. This is way better than the $950 I expected to pay. This is the dresser. This is the crib. I do not love the dresser. I hate the drawer pulls. But for $350 less than what we expected to pay, I really do not have to love them. In fact, I will likely not notice them. I don’t mind the crib design.
- I finally figured out (after investing a scary amount of money on anti-chafing products) that my beloved Snoogle was part of the problem. I didn’t buy a case for it (since I am cheap) and the fabric was irritating my legs when I slept in one position with the pillow. For now, I have stopped sleeping in that position and I ordered a case. Lesson learned.
- I am obsessed with baths. I look forward to my evening bath all day. I normally use epsom salt, but I decided that I also wanted bubbles. After consulting with google to make sure that epsom salt could be mixed with bubble bath without some sort of minor explosion, I went on the hunt. There are a lot of types of bubble bath and I quickly got overwhelmed. I wanted something relatively natural and gentle that wouldn’t cause any additional skin irritations. Then I saw one from Yes To Carrots. I know that I’ve seen Bex promoting their products and I trust her recommendations, so I ordered that one. Three squirts of that and some epsom salt and I feel the bliss. I’m already thinking about tonight’s evening bath. The baby loves bath time. Or he hates it. Regardless, it makes him dance and I like to think that since I am happy, he is happy. (Because I still fully believe that he can read my thoughts and reacts to what I am thinking.)
- I have one pair of shoes that are comfortable right now. My poor swollen meat slab feet hate everything. And that one pair has seen better days. I don’t do well in flip flops because they bother my ankle. So, tell me what shoes to get? Would a pair of Toms be good for pregnant lady feet? I want something that I can slip on and not deal with socks and shoelaces.
- Per Emily’s recommendation, I watched The Business of Being Born last week. It took me right back to some of the Women’s Studies classes that I took as an undergrad at UD. After watching that, I think a home birth with a midwife would be awesome. Honestly, it’s the squatting that I want. Although I’ve already said that I will get an epidural, so I know I am at their mercy. We’ll see what happens. It was a really interesting movie and it made me consider a lot of options that I hadn’t thought about before.
- This is long so I will wrap up with this. Pregnancy and body image. I really like my body right now. And that’s pretty unusual. I usually can always find something wrong. Sure, I can grumble about my thighs or anything else, but I don’t want to. I’m content to watch my body change and make a safe place for this little guy to grow until he is ready to meet the world. I like watching my stomach get bigger. (My boobs are a different story, but that’s more because containment is a challenge.) It’s fun watching my belly button make shapes. And to see that vertical line on my stomach appear virtually overnight. I like what this process is doing for my relationship with my body. There are pics that I never would have posted of myself in a public place before and now I say screw it. I like my body and what it is doing. I feel good.