Welp, I’m almost at my 3rd trimester and still we’re undecided about what to name our unborn child. Granted, my mother changed her mind on my name right after I was born. They were set on one name throughout the process and then all of a sudden, my mom hit my dad with a curveball. Ideally I’d like it to not come to that, but no matter.
Ugh, starting to get to the point now where I might need to get some maternity shirts. I’ve managed to stick with my pre-pregnancy trousers for thmoment while the belly bands hold them up. I think it’s mostly thanks to my mile walk to and from work everyday. I thankfully have some pretty steep hills to climb which offers some nice conditioning. On top of that I’ve been doing my 7 minute trainer app (Which is actually really almost 20 minutes…) on my phone with modified moves every other day so hopefully I haven’t really gained too much extra weight on top of my baby weight.
I move a lot in my sleep. I was once known for performing martial arts on unsuspecting sleep partners. Thankfully after spending about 3 years on a single bed with my husband while we sorted out our house, I’ve managed to train my sleep self to stay put, however, with the pregnancy, I’ve found that I still have a few issues that need sorting.
First off, I love sleeping on my stomach. For me it just feels amazing. I can snuggle my way into a ball of warmth and snuggles. So at around 12 weeks, I needed to give up my ball of comfort and instead sleep on my side. The only issue was that I kept finding myself turning onto my back. Granted in the first trimester I didn’t really care that much as all of the birthing apps/blogs told me that it was fine. Then once I began to grow, I decided perhaps it was time to start forcing myself down on my side and man did it hurt.
Ever since I was little, I’ve had a fascination with pregnancy. I loved the idea of becoming a mother and wanted more than anything to experience it myself… that is, without the wonderful symptoms that I’ve come to learn about with my own pregnancy…
With that I’ve always loved films about pregnancy. To be fair, a lot of the films that are around for pregnant women aren’t really realistic, but I still love them anyways and I find myself wanting to watch these films even more since I actually am pregnant. Regardless of how bizarre or far-fetched. Here’s a list of my favorite pregancy related films.
I do love these apps telling me how big my baby is compared to fruit/veggies. According to TheBump app, now my baby is the size of a cantaloupe which I would think is getting pretty big. I keep peeking ahead to see what my baby will be like next week and the week after. In small way I kind of wish that I wish that I was having twins and that Coconuts were a size on the chart. Would give me the perfect opportunity to annoy everyone by singing “I’ve Got a Lovely bunch of coconuts” every day for a week, but alas, I am content with my one little cantaloupe.