Monthly Archives: June 2014

Week 29

How far along: 29 weeks

How big is baby: Actually growing! I mean, not that obsessively measuring… but he definitely hit a growth spurt mid-week. Of course a coworker had to comment on it: “Oh wow! The alien sure spread overnight!” Yup. Spread. She sure knows how to make a pregnant woman feel attractive.  But ya, I’ve run out of vegetable comparisons

Best moment of the week: When my almost 2 year old nephew was lounging on me, and Minkus kicked him in the back, so he turned around and patted the baby. I tried to explain that his cousin was in there, but he was very clear that he knew his cousins (he then listed them), and then patted it again and said “soup” which is what he had been eating for supper. Everyone’s got something to say about the belly….

Food cravings: Nothing specific this week. I’m still on a fruit / vegetable kick.

Symptoms: One night, back pain woke me up, and there’s the occasional day of heartburn, oh and the killer migraine (but that was more stress-related) but overall, I’m settling into this whole pregnant thing. I’ve decided pregnancy is like a road trip where you’re excited for it to happen, excited for the first 1/2 hour, and then you realize how long it’s going to take, and how uncomfortable it is, and then eventually you just sort of settle into it and it’s fine.

Gender: Still predominantly boy, but I’m getting waves of girl. I told my sister when she was pregnant with her first, that I was going to refer to her kid as a boy before “he” was born, and then “she” would be female once she was born. Starting to feel that way with this kid (of mine, not hers. I’m with her daughter on this… her third is a kitten).

What I’m looking forward to: Buying a frigging stroller. The search has NOT been fun, and I just want to win at it.

What I miss: Having a good day at the gym and being able to enjoy it. I had a particularly good run one day, but the comments of people I ran into on the way in and way out of the gym pretty much ruined it. I have taken ample precautions — not running alone, reducing my speed, monitoring my heart rate, keeping myself hydrated, walking at the slightest suggestion of discomfort — but the simple idea of a pregnant woman not having her ass firmly parked on the couch? That’s outrageous!

Husband perspective:

Scott: can I get you something?
Cara: Aw, thanks! Milk. Lots of milk. Apparently, we’re at the stage where the kid’s bones are going from soft to hard.
Scott: like a taco?

Why are my pictures always friggin' crooked?

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Week 28

How far along: 28 weeks

How big is baby: According to the internet, 14″… which is the size of screen I’m typing on right now. That might explain why my stomach is starting to feel very cramped. Then again, the doctor told me yesterday Minkus (as we are calling him this week) is measuring a little scary small, and I’m torn between chanting “grow grow grow” to my belly, and thinking “seriously? He’s supposed to get bigger than this?”

Best moment of the week: I think we had a really great Father’s day. Right, Scott? Even with my lackluster lemon chicken? And my “ooops! I forgot! And didn’t follow the recipe apple crisp?” It’s all about keeping the bar low.

Food cravings: ALL OF THE FRUIT! With Minkus being a bit of a shrimp, lots of nutrient rich foods will likely do him good, so I’ll be indulging in this craving.

Symptoms: Crazy dreams. Like wake Scott up in the middle of the night to comfort me crazy.

Gender: Despite dreams of having a girl (named Kate, after the Ben Folds Five song, who I then abandon minutes after birth), we’re using primarily the male pronoun.

What I’m looking forward to: Getting a LOT done next weekend. Hee hee… poor Scott. He doesn’t know this yet.

What I miss: Energy levels are falling off again. It’s likely because it’s been a crazy week at work. We have three major “happenings” in June, and usually they are spread out. This time, they all kind of fell right at the same time and in very close proximity to needing time off for doctor’s appointments and blood tests (when this post goes live, I’ll be doing my glucose tolerance test… yay?).

Husband perspective: So the kid is no longer covered in werewolf hair? Where did it go? Are you peeing it out?
Fighting over rib cage
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Week 27

How far along: 27 weeks. Either the first week of my third trimester, or as I prefer, the last week of second trimester.

How big is baby: I believe I read the cucumber in length now? I’m too tired to look it up.

Best moment of the week: It’s been a busy week… we set up the crib, took an extended weekend trip down to the States for shopping, got to meet the one and only Beth (who is the exactly as sweet and friendly as she is on the internet. We both forgot to take pictures, landing us in the territory of “bad bloggers” but perhaps that lands us in the territory of “friends”), and as I’m posting this, we just came back from a musical tribute to Scott’s late boss which exposed the baby’s embryonic ears to swing, blues and funk. As exhausting as it all was, it was great to still feel like I can do a lot.

Food cravings: We’re on the post-road trip hang over, where all I want is vegetables, and then the minute they are in front of me, I just want candy. I forgot how addicting Spree (not available in Canada) is.

Symptoms: Swelling. Turns out 7 hours in a car thinking “I’m hydrating fairly well, right?” generally means not being able to slip my rings off before getting into the hotel pool. Fortunately, huge amounts of water and a lot of walking helped. Then again, two days of walking around shopping centres did a number on my hips and knees. Also, I have officially seen every bathroom at the Albertville Premium Outlets, and the Mall of America. Including the swanky MOA bathroom hidden on the second floor (I seriously stole some of the paper towel because it was so impressively thick).

Gender: Boy. Possibly because we agreed to buy one “boy” outfit and one “girl” outfit, and the “boy” one is crazy adorable (fortunately, the kid will end up wearing both because, really, how is “racoon” a “boy” thing and “mouse” a “girl” thing? Friggin’ Adorable transcends gender constructs).

What I’m looking forward to: Getting back to routine. I’m not a great traveller (I may have been so anxious to get home that I blew through Fargo, our scheduled stop. Sadly, we needed to fill up with gas in Grand Forks, so Scott insisted we eat). I like a steady schedule, where I know what to expect, and if there are unexpected circumstances I can simply adapt as needed. When I don’t have a routine, and there are unexpected circumstances… oy.

What I miss: Hot tubs. I’ll fully admit to dangling my feet into the warm, bubbling water.

Husband perspective: [The trip] was an interesting taste of life to come, because we did have some of the hassle of having a kid (because Cara had to pee all the time, and because she was always in pain), but there was a burst of cute from the baby pant’s store. That’s what they’re called, right? You can re-arrange these words to make them a sentence, right?
Leopard and Sparkles counteract frump
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Week 26

How far along: 26 weeks… and one day. Apparently they moved my due date on me? I realize 24 hours make very little difference when a kid is like “ya, I’ll come out when I’m good and ready” but I still had to tell myself to breathe for a minute.

How big is baby: Green onion. Didn’t we already have this?

Best moment of the week: A co-worker stopped me in the hallway to ask how the pregnancy was going, and when I said my standard : “No major complaints” (which I’ve learned it an acceptable alternative to effervescing with joy), she said: “You look very comfortable being pregnant. I see you moving around without any pain or effort.” As I’m now obviously pregnant, I’ve been getting a lot more comments, most of them intended as compliments, but this was the first one that really made me feel special, like I was more than just a belly.

Food cravings: Fruit. Namely in wine. The next weekend we’re home, I’m attempting to make a non-alcoholic version

Symptoms: Weird dreams, focusing around guilt I know I don’t need to feel. Apparently I’m weirdly upset that we had to turn down an invitation to see my in-law’s new cabin this last weekend, because we had our last prenatal class. Not that I wanted to go this weekend, I just felt guilty that we couldn’t.

Gender: Boy. My nephew was super adorable this last weekend, so I wouldn’t mind a little him… so long as he looks less like my brother-in-law and more like my husband.

What I’m looking forward to: Getting new clothes. I’m down to 1 pair of shorts, which is, by far, nowhere near enough.

What I miss: Actual alone time. I would love just one hour where I could just step out of my body and feel “normal” without someone dancing on my bladder, or judo chopping me in the ribs.

Husband perspective: “The baby goes from looking weird to normal to cramped. Ya, he’s looking about as happy as you”
Squished all up in there


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