Monday, March 16, 2015
I gained a pound. At last. Putting me at twelve pounds gained, new territory for me. And I'm eating a ton, suddenly, so I bet I keep gaining/
My stomach feels sort of bread-loaf-shaped nowadays, though it looks the same in the mirror -- big and round. This past week I notice that I'm leaning back as I want, to counterbalance the giant weight on my front.
I'm really feeling great, overall. More tired on weekends when I'm lounging than on the days when I go to work. A little out of breath on the stairs, that sort of thing, but nothing major. I feel very lucky.
I'm definitely more zen now (except for last night, when I wanted to cry for no apparent reason) than a week ago about the timing of the birth -- meaning I'm not so anxious to start -- but I do wish that I could know when it was going to be, even if that was just to know I would go very late. Where's that crystal ball when you need it?
I have so very many Braxton Hicks contractions and little cramps, and sometimes I wonder if labor is starting, and I get excited... but it's not about meeting my little girl. It's just about the limbo ending. And I feel kind of bad about that. That I'm not giving a lot of thought to this person who is about to enter my life. I guess it's just all so unfathomable that I don't even know how to think about it?