I’m starting to lose track of the weeks. As I was trying to type in the title, I couldn’t remember how far along I am. I’m not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but the weeks are starting to blend together.
Now that I’ve got it straight and I know I’m 24 weeks, let’s talk about how we measure the length of a pregnancy. I never thought about it until I actually was pregnant the first time, but it’s really odd.
Everyone refers to pregnancy as being 9 months long, right? So if I am 24 weeks, you’d assume that I’m 6 months pregnant. BUT, if you look at pregnancy in terms of weeks, 40 weeks is considered a full pregnancy, which is actually 10 months, not 9 months. So am I 5 months pregnant or 6 months pregnant? If you’re going by the 9 month model, I guess I’m 5 months since I’m due in (a little less than) 4 months. If you go by the 10 month model, then I’m 6 months pregnant. Confused yet?
How I’m Feeling
Overall, I’m still feeling well. I don’t always sleep great, so I’ve fallen back into the habit of taking a short nap in the afternoon. I set my alarm for 30 minutes so I don’t wake up feeling groggy and it helps get me through the afternoon slump.
A minor complaint is I wake up each more feeling really congested. I’ve read this is common in pregnancy as hormonal changes can cause swelling in the mucus membranes of your nose and nasal passageways. Fun.
Speaking of hormones, I still feeling like I’m riding on an emotional roller coaster. I really hope things settle down in the next few weeks so I can stop feeling so weepy. I hate not being able to control my emotions and knowing I could start crying at any moment from any trigger. Like when standing in the aisle at Barnes and Noble. Not that that happened or anything.
What’s Going on with my Body
If you were to look at those descriptions of women’s body types you see in magazines, my regular, non-pregnant body probably most closely resembles the “boyish figure”. I’m not a particularly curvy woman and I’ve most definitely never been described as voluptuous. I’m missing one star asset for that description. (Well, maybe two star assets, if you want to get technical.)
Because of this, I am embracing the curves this pregnancy gives me. Instead of getting upset as I outgrow my bras and underwear, I look at it as an opportunity to enjoy being in the more “womanly” body-type category.
My body is definitely continuing to grow. And grow. And grow. I’ll admit that I do weigh myself in between doctor visits. I don’t report my weight every week because that would seem like I’m obsessing over it (I’m not) and body weight can fluctuate so much it makes more sense to take a once-a-month reading as more accurate. That being said, the scale is telling me I’m up 20 pounds. It is what it is and like I said, I’m embracing this more curvy version of normal self.
It’s easy to forget what it’s like to have a newborn in the house. Meghan’s day is so predictable. She goes to bed at 8:30 and sleeps until 8-8:30 just about every day. She takes a 2-3 hour nap each afternoon. Lately I’ve been remembering how different life was when she was a newborn and trying to mentally prepare for this life change. I’m not sure if there’s anything I can do, but I want to be ready for the transition from having one to two children.
I want to be ready and I want Meghan to be ready. She’s used to being the center of our universe. Her world is going to be rocked when another member is added to our family, and one that takes up so much of our time and energy. In the coming weeks, I’ll be reflecting on how to best prepare myself, Tim, and Meghan for the changes that are coming.
With that, I will leave you to enjoy your Labor Day weekend. I hope everyone has fun with friends and family!