Earlier this week, the lovely Love pointed out on Instagram that it had been 8 weeks since my last belly shot on there. I tend to forget that Instagram and le blog are two (mostly) different crews of invisible friends! So I popped this (almost) 32 week shot up there for my IG friends. Apologies for the re-run for those who have seen it.
And while I'm at it, apologies to the general public for making you feel uncomfortable when I walk/waddle amongst you.
Last week, y'all showed UP with such great feedback in the comments on both breast pumps and co-sleepers. Goodness. I cannot even tell you how freakin' helpful that info has been. I do believe we are going to go with the Original size on the Arms Reach. AND I've heard from quite a few of you that many insurance companies now cover breast pumps and milk storage bags, so I will totally be checking in to that before we make any other decisions on the pump.
Again, just thank you thank you thank you for all of the feedback on that!
This week, I've really been feeling the impact of serve - particularly in allowing others to serve us. Last weekend, our friends Kathy and Gary invited our girls over for play and dinner so Kyle and I could have an evening out. We went to our local gastropub (bacon-wrapped meatloaf for Kyle; I went with the fish & chips) and just that little moment of getting out of the house and and going somewhere loud with lots of big screens and energy lifted my spirits. And topping off the evening with catching up with our friends back at their house was better than any dessert.
(Have I told you about my ice cream aversion during this pregnancy? It's the weirdest thing. I pretty much grew Dacey and AJ on ice cream alone, but this time around, it's nearly offensive to me. Who am I?)
Monday, my friend Leanne was in town and stopped by, coffee in hand, for a visit. And again, it just did me so much good mentally to be able to hang out and talk to someone! It's a weird place to be as an extrovert. I'm so big and awkward and constantly feeling so contract-y and it takes so much energy to leave the house for anything that I prefer to just be at home, off my feet. But. BUT. I miss people.
And so to have friends stepping in to meet that need has been a highlight this week.
Not many new developments on the developing belly front. I'm pretty sure the boys are either practicing karate moves on each other or have taken up disco as a hobby in there. Lots of BIG movement, lots of the time. I don't think I'll ever get over or get used to how WEIRD it is to see pointy angles gliding across my abdomen like shark fins.
As completely weird as all the movement feels, I have to say I'm really enjoying it. Of course, it's reassuring to feel them moving and grooving, knowing they are doing just fine inside. But on another level, since this is (surely) my last pregnancy, I'm taking these last few weeks to enjoy this part of it. In between pregnancies, I would sometimes feel those phantom kicks and it made me miss this part of pregnancy so much. I'm trying to slow down and put my hands on them through all of the things that separate them from my touch right now and think about the two ACTUAL PEOPLE who are living inside me.
That's about it for this week. I have two appointments next week, so maybe I'll have more to report next time. In the meantime, we're all quietly celebrating the thirty-two week mark. What blessing.