Somehow I skipped my "7 months..." pregnant post. Last month flew by faster than any month ever has in my life. I did have a few entries last month, so those will have to suffice as my data for month seven. Each week last month was filled with appointments, work travel, social obligations, emergency repairs to a condo that I may own for maybe one more month (yeah, my luck), and my regular life stuff- job, gym, house upkeep, etc. I was hoping for a little reprieve this month, but seeing as it is already the 8th, and I haven't caught my breath yet, I don't see that happening.
In some ways the non-stop activity is nice, it's bringing me closer and closer to my due date without me having time to think about that, or stress about it, but at the same time, it's bringing me closer to my due date without me having time to think! There isn't too much left to do in terms of getting ready for baby. I have a short list on my iPhone of things to do before baby. Someone once told me to make sure I don't complete that list until I'm really ready, because its like your body knows once the last item is crossed off.
For the most part I'm still feeling good. I've graduated to sitting more hours at work, and on a yoga ball. Luckily for me, my desk adjusts between sitting and standing positions, so I can have some variety in the day. I get tired of sitting. I get tired of standing. I'm still sleeping ok, but rolling over in the night is a task! For whatever reason, that is the most painful time for me, and dread rolling over to my other side, but when I'm on one side for too long, my hip gets achy. I've severely cut back on the amount of food I eat at dinner, and sometimes if my lunch was big enough skip dinner altogether because this makes for a more comfortable night. The baby seems to prefer me sleeping on my left side versus my right. This baby is already trying to control me!
As far as dressing the bump goes, I think this sums it up well:
Sorry if it doesn't link, but its worth the copy and paste. Whoever wrote that has clearly been following my pregnancy dressing to the T. I'm still delusional thinking everything will return to somewhat normal asap post-baby...I fully know this is not the case- don't burst my bubble.
Last night the hubby and I took a 'Newborn Care' class. I believe about 20 minutes into the class when I looked over at the hubby craddling a plastic doll, sh*t got real. Yes, I know I'm pregnant. Yes, I know being pregnant eventually means I will have a baby. But, ever since finding out, I've been really struggling with the reality that is a baby when this is all over. Sure, we've got the crib, the stroller, the clothes, etc. But somehow I haven't mentally connected that to "baby" yet. I have no idea what it's going to be like to have to hold something all the time, think about something all the time, be careful with something all the time, and not get any sleep in the process. I sort of got a glimpse of that in class last night, just having to hold a doll for an hour (I think at one point I was holding it upside down by one leg, and Dave gave me a look, so I returned to holding it like it was alive). Then hearing about SIDS, infant bathing (watch out for cord stump? What?), swaddling, diapering, crankiness...it all became very real. We are going to have a baby.
Coming up on Saturday is 'Labor' class, I'm sure that will also bring about more realities. It does feel good to be slowly checking these items off, even if I never end up using any labor techniques presented in the class, or suggestions from the newborn class. They create the illusion of doing SOMETHING to prepare. Feeling like I'm doing something to prepare for something that is unpreparble for gives me slight peace of mind?
It is so hard to believe that in just 4 short, activity filled weeks (more work travel, appointments, social stuff, etc.) I will be full term. I'm a little cautious towards giving my due date any recognition, because 5% of women deliver on their due date. Basically, now I have anywhere from 4-8 weeks until I could possibly give birth (at full term). That's a helluva window. Baby will come when baby is ready!