Friday, October 2, 2015

Week 23

Truthfully, after all my optimism last week, I had kind of a depressing week. I had many days of feeling chubby and regretting the weight that is coming and the pain that is rearing it's ugly head. And the whole nine yards. I fought it back though. I don't want to go there again. It sucks and it makes the time go by so much more slowly. I don't hate being pregnant, I just don't love it. I don't hate my poor body, I just prefer my fit one. Keep things in perspective Janelle!  It was also kind of an emotional week because of the upheaval of Jackson going to school. He is taking some time to adjust and Emma is adjusting too, and so it just leaves it more stressful. 

Week : 23

What I love: I love feeling this little girl rolling around in the depths. She is really kicking up her heals recently. I love the first snowfall. It's always exciting and fun for the kids. It's something to look forward too. I love not being impatient for this pregnancy to be over. I am dreading the labor so much that it makes me more inclined to be thankful for the time instead of resenting it. 

What I hate: Aches and pains and PIMPLES! I am SO sick of the pimples! It won't get better for a long time too, but it's OK. I won't always look this bad. My sacrum pain has increased this week too, though still not nearly as bad as it was with Emma. I can actually usually get it to pop back in place, and that is a help. I finally got a belt and so now I have something to help when it gets irritated. 

What I miss: The usual. My nice clothes. My energy. My comfortableness. I miss being comfortable. I'm not that uncomfortable but certainly less so then when I weighed less and didn't have a soccer ball in my middle. :) 

What I’m looking forward to the most: Truthfully the thing that I look forward to most is having all the scary, painful stuff behind me. I am really looking forward to not being afraid and dreading labor and delivery. I am really looking forward to not dreading the first two months of nursing as I'm sure the will be as painful as my other two kids. I am really looking forward to just being through the hard stuff. It makes me impatient for it to happen and get it over with kind of thing. So I try not to think about it too much. It will come and it will be hard and then I will be on the other side of it looking back. 

Sleep: Good. I love to sleep. I could sleep all the time. I wish I could sleep all the time. A good 2 -3 hour nap every day before lunch would be perfect.. :) Alas, I have to work and take care of kids, so very few naps... 

Bra Size: C truthfully. I can still fit into my B so I am because I hate how my C bra makes my boobs look. They look HUGE! 

Wedding rings on or off: Off. It's long gone. In fact, I lost my pregnancy band and so I am not wearing a ring at all. Weird after 9 years!

Weight: 161  Weight Gain: 18 lbs

Worries: A bit worried about falling into old habits and hating being pregnant. Time is now weighing more heavily on me as is the weight and the baby. But I think if I keep choosing to be fine, I won't end up the lunatic I was before. And of course worried about actually pushing this one out. I don't want tooo!!!!! I keep remembering Emma's birth and, ahk! It hurt! 

Symptoms: Besides the big boobs, the constant movement, the pimples, the huge belly, the mood swings and the exhaustion, I would never know I was pregnant! 

Mood: A bit of a low week, with happiness interspersed like sunshine through the clouds. Hopefully a better week is ahead. 

Movement: Lots! She feels like she has about twenty elbows and knees.  

The belly (and the button!): Stretching, and getting whiter ever day. 

Measurements: Chest: 37 Waist:   Midsection: 35.5  Hips: 40.75 Thighs: 

Exercise: 4 times. I didn't leave myself enough time on Saturday and just didn't end up feeling like pushing it. So I didn't. I have been doing 5 days every week so I don't mind getting a bit of a break. 

Eating: About normal for me at this point. Not terrible, not perfect, just keeping on keeping on. 

The weekly pics: 





And me. 


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