Today I’m back with a pregnancy update.
I mean to post weekly or biweekly updates but I haven’t been feeling well at all, which means I’ve been doing the bare minimum and not blogging if I don’t feel like it.
Let me tell you, being pregnant is hard work and the third trimester is no joke. I’m at the point where I don’t understand how people put themselves through this more than once. Maybe I’ll forget how uncomfortable it is?
Anyways, today I got dressed, took a bump picture and decided I should post an update.
How far along: 33 weeks today.
Due Date: 15 May 2022.
Baby size: By the end of week 32, baby is as big as a squash.
Weight gain: Weight loss, actually. I’m weighing less than I did before I got pregnant. Baby is fine and gaining weight, though.
Maternity clothes: Maternity leggings are a godsend and very comfortable but I’d rather wear pajamas all day every day.
Stretch marks: A couple and they don’t bother me at all.
Sleep: I fall asleep easily and sleep well but I take a while to find a comfortable position.
Best moment: Just showing off my bump in general, having my mom feel her kick and feeling her little feet kick my ribs.
Looking forward to: I’m looking forward to holding her and looking at her little face.
Food cravings: Chocolate. Meat. Pringles.
What I miss: Being able to walk properly, no pelvic pain, being able to sleep on my stomach and back, eating whatever I want.
Symptoms: So, a month ago, I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes which means I have been on a very strict diet and checking my blood sugar levels 4 times a day. This has been hard, because I want to eat ALL THE THINGS and simply cannot.
I’ve also mentioned the pelvic girdle pain, which makes it quite painful to walk and move in general.
A couple of weeks ago I got heartburn and it has yet to go away. I get it several times per day and it’s brutal.
What else? Sore nipples, swollen feet and hands, excessive peeing and general tiredness.
Mood: I must admit I’ve been a bit cranky and sensitive. Not feeling well physically makes me feel a bit depressed and upset.
The highs: Feeling her kick, feeling her little feet poking my belly, getting everything ready for her.
The lows: Every physical symptom and my strict diet.