Ok, I know I've been lazy. Things have been pretty consistent this last trimester so I can probably summarize the last several weeks and not miss too much.
I'm dealing with the obvious discomforts of being huge. I love being pregnant and carrying my little turd, but I'm getting to the point where I'm ready to have my body to myself again. I want to have wine if I want, I want to have a medium steak, I want to eat questionable leftovers and not worry that they'll hurt the baby. Plus it'll be nice to sleep on my stomach and not have to exert so much effort in lifting myself and getting out of bed. I guess this is what obese people deal with everyday :P
Gavin's nursery is done. I wanted to get a couple more things on the walls, but that's basically it. His clothes are washed and his crib is ready and everything is there. We've had the nursery done for awhile now, just adding bits and pieces here and there as I've gotten them.
I did my maternity photo shoot. I have a fantastic network of photographer friends and one of them, Mike, was kind enough to pencil me in while he was in the area. We did a nice shoot here at my house, in the living room and in Gavin's nursery. We made damn sure to avoid a lot of the stupid, cheesy overdone crap that most pregnant people do. If they're into the same old tired poses and ways of doing maternity shots, good for them, they're not for me at all. No lame ass "hand hearts" over the belly, none of me draped in fabric, all naked and being all "LOOK AT MY BARE BELLY OMG LOOK AT IT". I was looking at a random photographer's blog about maternity shoots, and really agree with their philosophy that a shoot doesn't need to put a huge spotlight on the belly to make it a good shoot; just taking natural, relaxed photos of a pregnant woman makes it a maternity shoot just fine. I'm really happy with how they came out; there's a few that I can't get past how wide I look, but otherwise I think I'll like having these to look back on years from now to see how I looked during my first pregnancy with our little boy.
Health-wise, everything is still great. All my doctor's appointments are normal, and no risk factors or anything have popped up. A few weeks ago, I received a shot due to me being Rh negative and Nicky being Rh positive. I get to have another one right around when the baby is born too. yaaaay. This coming next week, I get tested for the Group B strep bacteria to see if I'm a carrier. If so I get antibiotics during the birth. Not very exciting I suppose. Just another standard precaution.
To note something I think is super adorable, Ollie is SUCH a mama's boy lately. I can't know for sure but I like to think that he knows I'm pregnant and is being lovey-dovey because of it. He was always the cat that follows us around and such, but he never slept in the bed with me before, which he now does. :) Most days that I'm just at home on the couch, he'll be cuddled up next to me. Usually he would just be nearby, but not within cuddling distance.
In one more thing to wrap this novelesque entry up, I'm gonna say "screw it" and share my strange and embarrassing moment I had two nights ago. There are far worse things pregnant women experience that I haven't, so I'm definitely not the grossest woman with a pregnancy story. Hopefully. Anyway, I was just about to shower before going to bed. I got undressed, and right before I went to pull back the shower curtain and get in, I suddenly leaked fluid all over the floor. More than droplets, but not a gush or really large amount. Maybe a few tablespoons. I quickly shifted myself onto the toilet to catch anymore mess and sat there just shocked. Was my water breaking? I'm only 35 weeks, and also note that I was visiting Maryland all this week. I was hours from home in VA and from Nick, who was on his ship, underway, and no way to get him to me and the baby in any reasonable amount of time.
I decided to just take my shower, pay attention for any contractions and see if I leaked anymore. I told Mom, since she was in the next room and I couldn't keep it to myself. We reasoned it likely wasn't my water breaking, aaaaand that I probably literally just peed all over the floor. I was just so weirded out cause I haven't had this issue at all before. I didn't even feel like I had to pee, or have any urge before it happened. Typically, I'll feel pressure on my bladder or at least something. This just happened out of nowhere. So in a nutshell, I, a grown adult and vision of grace and beauty, peed myself. Yep. It happened. At least it wasn't on a carpet.
