33 Weeks and Counting!

Sorry errybody, week 32 was skipped over. My bad, family was in town and I didn't have time for a lil update. But this week I do! We hit 33 weeks this past Sunday and LOORDDDT is ya girl feeling huge. I feel like I grew exponentially since my family came into town (and the amount of food we consume together does not help). According to one of the many fruit comparison charts, our little one is measuring at a whopping butternut squash! It's so fun to compare to fruit sizes but sometimes I think its very inaccurate. The only real way of telling is once he's out and we can do side by sides but then by that time, what is even the point?

I was going to write this blog on the actual day I hit 33 weeks but I've been absolutely exhausted. Between family being in the big city, helping my little brother move into his dorm, and just being pregnant in general, the tiredness is peaking. Even last night, it took me around 2 hours AT LEAST to fall asleep. As I was staring at the ceiling listening to my husband snore away, I thought "So this is what the cave in Indiana Jones felt like. A huge ass rock just stuck in the middle of the cave." Comparing the rolling rock to whatever the f*** kind of leftover food or reflux or drop of water is stuck in my goddamn throat. And no, it's not just because I ate too much, it happens all the damn time. When I have a cracker as a snack, a slice of an apple right before bed, after I've already digested and not eaten anything for hours and gone walking! No relief from this damn rock. Idk if you can tell how upset this makes me, but I'm fuming at the ears. And this is just one symptom. Nevermind the loud breathing because I'm talking too fast, or the shoes not fitting because my feet are swollen, or wearing the same 4 shirts and 5 pairs of shorts because nothing else fits (who am I kidding, I do this one even not pregnant and everything fits LMAO). There's the dragging my feet at a really slow pace in New York for Christs sake where everyone walks 3 times faster than the average person, the getting emotional at watching an ant carry a leaf to it's home (like what even?! idk either, smh), the having to take a break to sit down after hanging clothes on a drying rack. Okay, sorry I just went on an absolute rant. Some other things I''ve been thinking about though, relate to the future.

Nesting? We don't know her ... yet. THOUGH! I am starting to get on my husband more and more about getting the bassinet up. Now that we are at 33 weeks (which in my head means we have 7 weeks to finish prepping), we gotta at least get the bare minimums set up. To me, this includes hospital bag, car seat, bassinet, diapers, wipes, changing table, burp cloths, and newborn clothes. PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE drop suggestions and recommendations of more things if you have any. So because I'm so tired, and I assume I will feel like this the rest of my pregnancy, prep needs to start ASAP. We have 7 weeks to get ready for our little musubi monster (oh, and he's measuring 84%, das a BIG BOIIII). So this week's plan involves sorting through all the baby gifts and things we've purchased to ensure we have these essentials washed, in the right place and ready to go when the time comes.

Carpal Tunnel. I've been sporting wrist braces every night since first trimester and I'm not sure if it's hurting me or helping me. My wrists definitely have gotten alot weaker. I've noticed that when I am in a rush to use the bathroom or do anything that involves the flexion of my wrist, it pops right out of place and I also experience trigger finger with my middle and ring finger of both hands. Unsure if it's due to the relaxin hormone making everything more malleable and flexible or I'm inviting my wrists to be weaker since I'm religiously wearing the braces. I guess good news is we are less than 7 weeks away and we can determine whether or not it's going to last...

Belly getting in the way of everything. This is a crazy one, but it also just absolutely cracks me up. Any daily task, minute thing you can think of, yes your belly gets in the way. Washing dishes? Yeah, the height of the counter isn't meant for a protruding belly. Eating dinner? Sometimes I forget that I'm pressing up against the edge of the table and the baby just reminds me with a rambunctious kick to push me back. Doing laundry and a sock drops to the floor? OMG, so thankful to have been raised in a Filipino household where I learned to pick up anything and everything with my toes so I don't need to bend over. TRYING TO WIPE? Yeah, of course we've been wiping one way our entire life, and of course that is going to have to change for the time being.

All of this to say, yes we are going through lots of changes, physical and mental, emotional. All the things. But I am still so damn appreciative. So blessed to be given this opportunity and so anxious/excited to see what the future holds. I mean I KNOW it's looking like no sleep, but I mean we are in New York City and about to be parents. We are foreal living the dream. See you next week for week 34! (HOLY S***) Sistah Ceej out, love you mean it. Also, drop the recs if you have any! \m/