There is an old wives’ tale that says the more heartburn a pregnant woman has, the more hair her baby will have at birth. If that is true, my little girl is going to be born with a head full of hair! I haven’t been able to eat anything for weeks without that familiar burning creeping into my throat. I couldn’t believe that a rice cake induced heartburn the other day. Really? A rice cake? It didn’t even taste good!
And forget lying down within hours of eating. In fact, the other day I bent down to pick up something I had dropped shortly after eating, and I thought my whole lunch was coming up. In general, I’m having trouble eating much at one sitting. I get hungry, take three or four bites, feel full, stop eating and feel sick for 20 minutes. You’d think I’d lose interest in eating. But no, I get hungry again and completely forget how terrible I will feel as soon as I eat!
I know part of the problem is that the baby spends plenty of time pushing on my stomach. (Although at the moment she seems lodged in my ribs. I went to see my brother the other night – he lives about an hour away – and I felt as though she was in my ribs the whole ride. I twisted and turned to try to counteract the discomfort, and by the time I got to my brother’s house, I was stiff and sore from thighs to neck.) I’m also short of breath more often these days. A friend showed me how to stretch and raise my hands above my head to breathe more easily when the baby pushes on my diaphragm. In short, my pregnancy is becoming a little more uncomfortable each day as I get closer to my due date.
On the other hand, I am in total nesting mode! I finally have the energy to get my house ready (in bursts of a few hours at a time, mind you). Yesterday I cleaned out my kitchen cabinets to make room for bottles, baby food and sippy cups. The baby’s room is painted and the carpet is installed; we just have to finish replacing those ceiling tiles. But even more exciting than the changes to the house are the changes I’m finally feeling in my body.
It took me forever to look pregnant. I know every pregnant woman who’s lugged around a bowling-ball stomach for three or four months probably can't understand why I was disappointed by not looking pregnant. But I finally have a pregnant belly, and I love catching my profile as I walk past a mirror. I love feeling her move around inside of me, even if she does poke me now and again. Despite the heartburn, the difficulty sleeping and feelings of anxiety, I love knowing my baby is growing … and knowing it won’t be long before I meet her face to face.