Posts Tagged ‘32 weeks
How big is baby: 19 inches, just under four pounds, the size of a head of lettuce! So big!
Weight gain/loss: I didn’t weigh myself this week. I’ll be going to the doctor (or should I say midwife) every two weeks now, so I will be weighed next week.
Sleep: I did end up getting nine and a half straight hours of sleep (well minus waking up a few times and falling back asleep) one night this week, but that has definitely not been a trend! I’ve been tired more often now and just have trouble falling asleep, staying asleep and falling back asleep when I wake up.
Stretch Marks: No new ones.
Cravings: Nothing new.
Aversions: I don’t think I have any now! I ate chicken this past week and really enjoyed it! I was afraid I would forever hate chicken, so this makes me really happy!
Movement: Super strong! They are much more visible on the outside now and she makes very big movements that move from one side of my belly to another. She seems more active than she used to be, but maybe it’s just so strong now that I notice it more.
What I’m loving: I’m loving having some time left in this pregnancy to figure things out.
Symptoms: Nothing new.
What I’m excited about: I’m excited to go to my next appointment with San and tour the hospital where Celia will make her debut. San hasn’t been to an appointment at the new place now that we have moved, so I’m happy he gets to see it and we get to ask questions about Celia’s birth-day!
What I’m nervous about: Not much has changed in this area. I’m not going to turn these weekly bump posts into a sad reminder of this time because I don’t think I will really want to remember some of the details of this time in our life because it’s been so hard. I guess I will just say that this has by far been the hardest year of my life with the infertility and now this opportunity of moving becoming something that feels more like a burden than a blessing. I’m clinging to God as much as I can and doing my best to stay strong, but it is honestly a minute-to-minute struggle for me right now. I’m not going to go into it, but basically a lot is riding on the sale of our house which just doesn’t seem like it’s going to happen in the time we really need it to. I keep getting my hopes up only to be consistently let down, for months, and I’m starting to wonder if I should just expect setbacks, things to go wrong, things to break, broken friendships, etc. or if it is better to wish for the best only to fall hard every time things go wrong. I’m not sure if I’m becoming a pessimist or a realist. Overall, I am very blessed and deep down I am happy, but just this constant stream of bad news is really wearing on me, and it would be hard enough to handle it normally, but the pregnancy hormones, lack of sleep, and my new schedule where I’m waking up by 4:30 most days make it really hard.