Monday, April 4, 2011


I have been reading some stuff lately that indicates that the natural gestational period is closer to 42 weeks, though. 40 weeks was adopted as normal thanks a friendly German called Naegele who declared 40 weeks to be ideal based on the Bible and a miscalculation of lunar months. The medical establishment never bothered fact-checking and have been going with 40 weeks as normal ever since, even though several studies show that normal is more like 41.5 weeks. Point is, maybe I'm 32/42? Sounds less scary, anyway.

How far along? 32 weeks.
Total weight gain/loss: Not sure, ate breakfast first thing this morning and so have no accurate weight.
Maternity clothes? Aye. Need more shirts - I'm outgrowing some of them.
Stretch marks? None that I can notice, I think.
Sleep: Good, except for some weird recurring dreams. At least a couple times a week I dream that Jim comes out and is already talking and I'm very annoyed that he isn't a baby.
Best moment this week: Nothing particularly stands out. Getting taxes done and over with doesn't count, does it?
Movement: All the time. He's moved upwards now towards my ribcage, which means less back pain and more (but still woefully diminished) bladder capacity but also more painful rib kicks and a complete inability to bend at the waist.
Food cravings: Strawberries. Any fruit, really, but especially strawberries.
Gender: Maennlich.
Labor Signs: Had really bad menstrual-style cramps twice in the last week - apparently these are contractions. They weren't at all regular and didn't last long, though, so I didn't bother calling the doctor. I'll ask about it when I go in next.
Belly Button in or out? In, still, but kind of sore like it's being stretched. Which it is. Obviously.
What I miss: Going several hours without peeing. I can't wait to have a normal bladder capacity again.
What I am looking forward to: Another ultrasound on Friday. I've been having a crazy amount of ultrasounds - damn fibroid.
Weekly Wisdom: There's really nothing worth getting stressed over. This includes the natural but irritating chubbifying of my feet, ankles, and fingers.
Milestones: Nothing big, but Noah can generally now tell where Jim is just by looking at me. He likes to lie on my right side and make me all asymmetrical.


Rosa said...

Yeah, that 9 month thing always got me when it's closer to 10. Jimmy will appear when he wants to so relax, as much as you can with a foot in your ribs!

Kevin said...

See? The answer really is 42!

YoMomma said...

Leah, that 10 month incubator thing is looking more likely to me...