Week: 31 weeks!
Size: Little Bugger is over 16 inches long and weighs about 3.3 pounds. (Go to Whole Foods and pick up four navel oranges, then bounce them around in front of you and pretend like you’re holding LC).
Name: Little Caramel Man
Gender: punching, kicking, somersaulting, causing me crazy heartburn baby boy!
Maternity Clothes: Fact: I may be wearing dresses from here on out. Too bad I don’t live in Hawaii and can’t then sport a muumuu. (Upon looking up how to correctly spell “muumuu,” I also just figured out the perfect word for that next time in Words With Friends I’m stuck with 4 “u’s” and 2 “m’s.” Fabulous).
Food Cravings: I cannot confirm nor deny that a little over an hour ago, I rushed out of meeting with a good friend because I started to feel the heartburn a comin’ on (which generally means I need to eat. Welcome to my favorite pastime). While sitting in traffic on the drive home, I scarfed down a coconut granola bar, but LC was having none of that. Give me protein, STAT mama! Upon arrival home, it was a tough decision: do I use the potty first, as I’m about to wet myself, or do I dig into the rotisserie chicken in the fridge and eat like a cave woman while standing in the kitchen? I’ll let the studio audience decide whether the stomach or the bladder won.
Currently reading: Bringing Up Bebe, The Nursing Mother’s Companion + Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close.
Most interesting fact: French parents seem to endorse what I’d loosely call the Babywise method, based on what little I know about it. (I know, some of you are cringing right now as you are BIG fans). According to Bringing Up Bebe, they naturally practice “The Pause,” purposefully waiting 5 or so minutes before picking up a crying baby in order to see if they’re really hungry and/or to truly distinguish their cry. This then allows babies to start sleeping through the night at a very early age. What we then will do, I have not yet decided.
Feeling: like I don’t know how pregnant I really, finally look. Oftentimes I’ll look downward and think, oh, my belly’s sticking out – there’s a baby in there! But having felt like there was always a bit of a stomach bump, it doesn’t look that noticeable to me. And then I look in the mirror, at which point it’s like, Holy S$%^, there’s a baby in there!
Missing: The Hubs. These 16 hour work days have got to stop.
Anticipating: Showers and birthing classes and hospital tours and making the perfect little DIY baby mobile – it’s becoming so real!