Monday, October 09, 2006

29 weeks down, 77 days to go...

This belly picture shocked me a little, because, um, I didn't realize that I looked that big! The belly is rather closely resembling a basketball these days, and I am definitely feeling more of the typical cravings that everyone talks about. Nothing too dramatic, but if you mention a food in front of me, I won't be able to stop thinking about it until I have it. I've also been craving peanut butter, which wouldn't be that odd except that I HATE peanut butter. When I worked at a coffee/yogurt shop in college, the owner would make peanut butter cookies before I came in and I'd have to wash the bowls. I would gag the whole time, because I can't even stand the SMELL of peanut butter! But now I want it, and nothing else will satisfy me. This baby is definitely Josh's, that's for sure.

In other news, I passed the glucose test with flying colors. I'm glad no one told me that you had to have 4 blood tests in 3 hours, because I would have freaked out and been anxious for the days before. Once I was already at the lab, I had a limited amount of time to freak out, and I kept reminding myself that it was all for a good cause. Unpleasant, but over fairly quickly in the grand scheme of things. The nausea and headache afterward weren't enjoyable either, but the main problem was the sugar crash I had at about noon, causing me to burst into tears for no real reason on the way to work.

We also had a minor catastrophe over the weekend, when after weeks and weeks and WEEKS of begging Josh to paint the baby's room, he locked himself in the future nursery to paint the built-in bookshelf, doors, windows and trim. For some reason, he lost his mind when he chose the paint, and rather than picking the clearly identified semi-gloss trim paint, he chose something called Calcimine Recoater, a specific product that we have to use on our old ceilings to prevent the paint from flaking off the Calcimine plaster. I walked in halfway through, and noted that it seemed rather gleaming white instead of the lovely creamy trim color I'd chosen, but didn't think much of the whole thing. It wasn't until he asked me to help him clean the paint brushes, and my hands were covered in oil paint with no hope of coming off, that I realized what he'd done. And then I cried. And cried. And cried.

I cried because now we have to hire someone to come and figure out how to fix this situation. And then I cried because he'd ruined the baby's room and the only thing I want is a place to arrange for this baby (I think the nesting is kicking in big time). And then I cried because I'd gotten the oil paint all over my hands and breathed it in, and I was convinced that now I'd probably hurt the baby. There was a lot of crying. Probably a lot of hormones too, but seriously, the crying was bad. I'm still upset because all the painters I contacted, that we can't really afford, can't start for several weeks, and that makes me a little crazy. But I'm trying to focus on something else, and on the realization that tons of people don't have a nursery ready when the baby comes. Most likely I will have plenty of time, but if I don't, I'll survive.

Besides all of this, we're just doing the same old thing. Still feeling great most of the time, still sleeping on my back, still loving all the kicking and rolling. I'm more shocked every day at HOW big this belly is getting. I'm not sure how there can be 77 days left until my due date. There is an awful lot of growing that can get done in 77 days, you know?

23 comments:

Maribeth said...

I should have gotten stock in the kleenex company before I got pregnant, because I think I cried all the way through. Happy, sad, whatever, made me cry.
That belly looks great!

ccw said...

Beautiful belly! I can tell you look like one of those pregnant women I always envied. I always looked like a puffer fish.

Sorry for all of the crying. It does get better.

donna said...

The belly is beautiful!

Angry Pregnant Lawyer said...

Want to feel better about your paint situation? Our contractors finished the nursery the day I went into labor. Seriously. We greeted the contractors at the door, who were at our house to just clean up their mess and go, and then left them to go to the hospital. Everything worked out fine.

Glad the glucose test is over and done. Yuck.

Yankee, Transferred said...

hey email me at memphisclaireatgmaildotcom and I might be able to hook you up with a painter who can come immediately and will be reasonable. He's a good friend of mine and loves to help out in a pinch.

Summer said...

Ooh, just you wait. That belly is going to get large beyond your wildest imaginings. And right at the end, when you feel like your torso is a zepplin, you will see a pregnant woman with a belly that dwarfs yours, and you will be awestruck and will forget everything your mother taught you about how rude it is to stare.

At least that's what happened to me.

Girl said...

This may or may not come across as helpful...but I think you don't actually spend a lot of time in the nursery for the first few months anyway :) I know that doesn't make it feel any better...but it isn't the absolutely worst thing that could happen.

Chin up!

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Kristin said...

What a cute belly! And that stuff about the peanut butter was funny. I'm a picky eater, and my MIL enjoys smiling smugly and telling me that when I'm pregnant I'll start liking those things. I enjoy saying, "There's no possible way I will ever eat that." I enjoy being disagreeable.

Mons said...

Your belly is gorgeous, goddess-lady. I remember the hormones and I remember the only thing that helped was my husband holding onto me and letting me wipe my nose on his shirt.

Piece of Work said...

I love belly photos!! SO sorry about the nursery snafu, what a dissapointment.

Mrs. S said...

Dude - the belly is a force to be reckoned with. It's scary how huge it gets (and I say that, sitting here semi-indian-style at 38 weeks pregnant because I cannot sit with my legs closed and in front of me - it doesn't work!) but it's kind of fun, too, because you know your little one is in there, getting bigger and bigger and closer and closer to coming out and meeting you. *sigh*

I just wish my little one would hurry the heck up, I don't know how much bigger I can get without my body enduring irreparable harm!!

Your belly is super-cute, by the way, and I'm sure that it will all work out with the nursery. And, for the record, they say crying is good because it releases "sad" hormones, so you'll be happier after. Seems to me that being pregnant must make lots of "sad" hormones, though, for us to all cry this much!

Phantom Scribbler said...

Your belly is adorable. And I bet your nursery will be adorable, too. And if not? Oh well. Baby Blue has the seriously ghetto nursery, and she's more or less OK with it. Not that she spent any time there for the first year, anyway...

Stacy said...

You look fabulous!!!

The crying is totally normal for your stage of the game. I wouldn't worry too much about the paint fumes and contact either. You're most likely more than fine. It's normal to obsess about these things.

Ninotchka said...

Que PRECIOSA estas! Wow. Give that belly a pat for me.

Sorry about the crying jag and oil paint/nursery delay incident. I know you know that it will all be fine but at the time these things happen, it really does seem like the end of the world. Thank you, hormones!

I dare one woman to come here and say they never had one (or two, or three, or a million) emotional breakdowns during her pregnancy. Seriously, if you know one, let me know...I'd like to shake her hand. ROFLOL

Se te quiere mucho!

xxoo

Mrs. Chicky said...

Sorry to hear about the baby's room but one of your other commenters was right, you don't really spend much time in there in the first few months. I think I spent more time in my daughter's nursery before she was born. Regardless, have a good cry you deserve it.

(btw, the belly looks fantastic!)

adwina - insparenting.com said...

Wow, beautiful belly! Looks like you don't have stretch marks over there, do you? ;).

About the belly getting huge, I liked the sensation when the baby moves a lot. I felt like he wanted to play with me. It's just a wonderful feeling!

By the way, I link you up in my blog post, The Belly Picture of a 29-Week Pregnant Mom. Hope you like it.

Cheers,
Adwina

chatty cricket said...

Under 100 days, I still cannot believe it! The belly is adorable, I can vouch having seen it in person. Weeeee! Baby!

chatty cricket said...

Oh and also? I TOTALLY understand the desire to get the nursery done done done. I don't care if the baby doesn't spend a minute in there until he's a year old, you still want to be able to go in there and sit and sigh. I used to sit in Lady's completed nursery every day before she was born, it was my favorite room in the house because of all of the promise it held, and because it was HER room! At the very end of my pregnancy, I was so excited to meet Lady and I just wanted some way to hold her already, being able to sit in her room made me feel even closer to her.

(silly, maybe, since at the time she was located inside of my body, but still)

Lisanne said...

Hi there! :) I'm Lisanne, and I found you through someone's comment on my blog. Congratulations on your pregnancy! You look great! I'm due with a little girl on Halloween. Not much longer now! :) Good luck with everything! I'll add you to my list of links.

liz said...

Such a lovely belly!

blackbird said...

You look great!

Gmarie said...

Okay, I've been reading your blog for a while, but I finally had to comment. I'm an attorney also, 32 weeks preggers with my first. Sitting here reading your posts while eating Reese's peanut butter cups. Except that I HATE peanut butter. Hate the taste, hate the smell, hate the texture. Won't kiss my husband after he's eaten a PB&J sandwich until he's brushed his teeth. But I've eaten almost a whole bag of peanut butter cups in three days. Pregnancy does some seriously weird things to your body and soul!

First Time Mommy said...

Finding your blog has been the bright part of my day! I am entering my 29th week of pregnancy and was crying over nursery paint today. In fact, I cried over the fact I too had to BEG my husband to finish (how could car waxing ever be more important?). I cried over the trim not matching the furniture, and then I cried later at the furniture store when my DH said "why are we getting white furniture? It's for girls (we are having a boy)."

Thank goodness for Halloween candy (Reese's thank you very much!) and women who share their crazy prenancy times with us. :D