Yeah I know, I have the maturity of a 12 year old boy… but seriously LOOOOOOOK. It’s like, from the back? Not pregnant. From the side? HOOOOOOOLLLLLLYYYYY cow. I had a (admittedly stupid 30 something male) friend actually ask me when in October I was due. And then when I said December I had to pick his jaw up off the floor.
Thanks dude… it’s really not that bad. Come talk to me in December.
But yes. 29.5 weeks. Almost to the 30’s and feeling like I’m in the home stretch. (If that home stretch is about 10 weeks long.) Seriously though. I feel pretty good! I’m may be waddling, but I’m still doing yoga and still working out. I did have to stop the traditional running on the treadmill a few weeks ago for fear that my pubic bone was just going to break in half (Not really but OUCH) but I’m running on a low impact runner and walking like a maniac.
Things are marching slowly along towards December though. Thing 1 has a finished bedroom (at least mostly) so that now we can focus on Thing 2’s. The quilt that I am making for 1 is getting dangerously close to actually looking like a quilt (I KNOW I KNOW I’m nuts) and there may actually be a house ready for a baby in a few weeks. I have no clothes for her but eh, whatever, babysteps.
Regardless of what we haven’t done, the nesting anxiety has calmed down, I still make a lot of oooomphing noises when I get up or down and Thing 1 is still SUPER excited to be a big brother. I’ll take what I can get for now.