33 Weeks

Hanging in there at 33 weeks. Baby Brez is over 4 pounds now and is the size of a durian. (Again, baffled by the choice of produce. Thanks thebump.com.) We are getting more and more excited to meet this little boy! Luckily, we are only 3 1/2 weeks to full term, when we can really start pleading with the little man to make his appearance. ;)

Linking with FLAP, as we are known to do. We were out running errands when we decided Saturday Vigil Mass was a good idea, considering Snowpocolypse 2014 is on its way to the St. Louis area! Apparently everyone else in our parish had the same idea, and it was a packed house. We Catholics plan our sacraments around the weather. Because we be nerrrrrds, y'all. 

So anyway, this outfit wasn't chosen with going to Mass in mind, but here we have it. The sweater is  new one on super sale from Old Navy Maternity. (I did suck it up and buy a few LARGE sweaters for this last month or so of pregnancy. If the sweater fits.) The scarf was picked up on our trip to Ireland a couple years back. The leggings are Motherhood Maternity and my absolute favorite thing to wear lately, for obvious reasons. Not picture, just an old brown pair of Uggs. I've had them since college, but of course they are in fabulous shape, since I've only worn them a handful of times on trips home the past four years! Oh, and the glasses are actually new from Firmoo. They were the free ones where you pay only $7 for shipping. Well, they were sent from China to our old address in Delray Beach for some reason (I think it was a Paypal mix-up), returned to sender (in China), and then shipped again to the States to finally find its home on my face in Illinois. It only took a month and a half, but here they are, and I feel like I really got them for a steal of a deal because I got two shipments from halfway around the world for the price of one.

Moving on! What did Will wear? Funny you should ask that because . . . 

Killing it with his blogger pose once again. We were dressed for the home-brew beer store and Target, not for Mass, but Will is still ever the fashionista. Yep, Will is brewing some craft IPA right now that I won't get to try thanks to that hullabaloo about drinking alcohol during pregnancy. I thought it was a little rude of him to start this hoppy hobby now, but he insisted that his skill level is "about a Jesse Pinkman, Season 1, right now." (Bitch! . . . Sorry, couldn't resist.) So, I guess it's best that I wait until at least Season 2 status. 

Overall Weight Gain: 34 pounds as of my last prenatal appointment on Thursday. Physically, I am just really starting to feel it, i.e., feel like a house, an old rickety house. I've got the waddle, the inability to touch my toes, and a bladder that is apparently the size of a walnut. 

Exercise: Lots of walking. Last weekend when it was freakishly nice out, we all went for a walk on the 2.6 mile loop around our community. Despite the last thing I just said about feeling huge, I felt great!  Just need to be more consistent.

Cravings: Typical sweets (ice cream/soda), but also MILK! I could drink glass after glass. 

Updates: 

• The baby was breech at my last appointment at 31 weeks. At my appointment Thursday, the doctor did the quickest of ultrasounds to show that he was head down. PTL! (I thought so when I felt the baby's hiccups wayyy far down, but I really wasn't sure what was going on in there.) The ultrasound was impromptu, and so it was only a minute long, two tops, but we got to see our boy's sweet little face, which has chunked up quite nicely since our last ultrasound at 19 weeks!

• I passed my glucose screening with "perfect" results, according to the nurse. Doing this test after the most epic Thanksgiving meal, where I surely consumed 10,000+ calories, I was more than a little worried. Very relieved to have passed!

• We scheduled the rest of our prenatal appointments up until delivery. Really, it isn't very many! I'll tell you, seeing the printout of appointments is very effective in kicking your butt into gear to realize, oh my gosh, this baby is coming soon. Within an hour, I scheduled our hospital tour, started reading The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding (my immediate fears have moved on from childbirth to breastfeeding . . .), and started another nursery project. My to do list is still quite lonnnggg, but I'm more motivated than ever to get it done. It's funny how at this point I want the baby out soon very much, but no I don't, because I have so much to read and do before he's here. The paradox of emotions that is pregnancy.

• My doctor is open to doing an elective induction after 39 weeks (February 12), so that we can be assured that Will is at the birth. (Will is being sent off to Alabama for 9 weeks on February 17, 2 days before our due date.) We are obviously hoping the baby comes early naturally on his own, but we are happy to have this as an option! In any event, natural induction methods shall commence at 37 weeks. LET'S GO, BABY.

• Pregnancy brain. It's a thing. A very real thing. Therefore, please excuse any spelling errors, grammatical errors, or complete skipping of entire words/phrases within this post.

• Another tiny nursery sneak peek . . . (hoping it's done in the next couple of weeks, but we have stuff to spray paint and therefore need some decent weather!):

Those maps backing the shelves are flight maps of areas where we've lived, including Will's hometown, my hometown, Charlotte, and South Florida. We got the maps from Will's Uncle Danny, who was an air traffic controller for many years. I love how they turned out and plan to use them on an $8 Goodwill find.

Battle of the Bumps:

My sister, Shannon, at 34 weeks, looking fab as usual. I can't wait to meet my Molly wolly ding dong!

I'll be sure to provide an update later on as to whether we actually get any snow. Earlier this week they called for 5 inches and we saw a light dusting!