Here’s how 30 weeks pregnant is feeling and looking!
Woof. The third trimester is easily the hardest on the body. At least for me. It makes sense since he’s so much bigger and everything has shifted so much to accommodate him, but woof. I still get told on the daily that I don’t look like I’m as far along as I am. I’ve had a few people wonder if he’s small.. but he isn’t. He’s measuring perfect, I just have a longer torso and I had fairly strong ab muscles before getting pregnant so I just think they hold him in more. The below photo was actually taken today, at almost 31 weeks. Not sure that makes a difference.
For a few weeks he’s been pressing on my sciatic nerve. At first it was never painful, I only experienced it when I would walk up hills and my right leg would go numb. I felt like I was dragging a dead weight of a leg up hills and that was awkward and weird. Now I get both the numb right leg thing and sometimes enough pain to immobilize me. It isn’t always so bad, but I have had days where I can barely stand up straight and have to hobble around/waddle excessively to be able to move. Other days it’s fine. Today as I write this, it hurts, but I can walk/do life… just slower and with extra waddle.
He’s getting really, really good jabs in my my bladder at this point which can be painful, but I’ve gotten so used to it at this point I barely even acknowledge the pain. Sometimes he gets my ribs and some of his movements completely take my breath away. Sometimes he migrates under my ribs and I have to push him out and he kicks back in protest. That part is kind of funny. I’m starting to get some mild diastis recti which my midwife said to just wear a belly band after he’s born to knit it back together. I had a feeling it would happen since I have been sliced down my abs in a surgery years ago, so I kind of assumed I would be more prone to it separating. Getting comfortable at night to sleep is impossible so I wake up about a million times a night to either pee or change positions. A lovely friend gave me her pregnancy pillow to see if it would help but it doesn’t. I’m just used to it at this point so it’s fine.
Some nights he’s crazy active all night, and that impairs sleep, but I don’t even care most of the time. I’m just happy knowing he’s doing well.
I’ve reached the stage where he is squishing my stomach and other organs so much that I just don’t often have an appetite. SOMETIMES there seems to be more room in my stomach and I eat a regular sized meal, but most of the time I get full quickly and I don’t feel like eating a lot of the time. I choose to eat regularly to get calories in, but it isn’t enjoyable a lot of the time anymore. Small, regular mini meals work best right now. Lately I’ve been waking up hungry in the night because I haven’t managed to eat enough during the day, so I just eat something small and go back to bed.
I really just focus on getting enough produce, iron, calcium and protein. I’m also eating more eggs and fish (I don’t ever tire of fish tacos) because most of his brain development is happening now and they’re enjoyable things for me to eat right now. Currently as I type this, I want a fudgesicle. Those always sound good. I also enjoy my version of huevos rancheros for breakfast most mornings.
It’s getting limited. I had a massive blood pressure drop a few weeks ago where I lost the vision in my right eye which was scary. My arteries seem to be having a hard time getting the blood back up to my head, so the remedy is more salt and chocolate and being more careful about exerting myself. It’s been hot as hell here lately so I haven’t been walking and instead doing 30ish minute prenatal pilates or yoga videos most days (but not all). Some days I barely move and that’s just how it has to be now. I am stretching a lot to help my hips and pelvis open up for birth. It also helps relieve some of the sciatic pain which is good!
** I wrote this 6 days ago (I’m currently now 31 weeks on Saturday), a cool front came in and I’ve been back to being able to go for walks. When the heat comes back, I’ll be back to staying inside.
Impatient. I’m not someone who enjoys pregnancy and I have a hard time with patience in waiting for my son to be here. I very much want to be his mom, and I’m really looking forward to watching my husband be his dad. The wait is long, and I’m tired of sharing my body with him. I want him out in this world… but I also know he needs at least another 8 weeks before he’s ready and I obviously want him to grow as much as possible before he does make his way here. So I’m excited and a little bit miserable with dealing with some physical symptoms and with feeling like I’m dyingggg to meet him. It will all be worth it once he’s here.
On the days where it’s cooler and I’m able to go out and enjoy being out/not feel like I’m going to pass out from the heat, I’m in a MUCH better/positive mood. It’s mostly the days where I feel too tired/it’s too hot/I feel unmotivated to exert myself that are the toughest. I’m a lot happier when I can feel somewhat like my normal self.
I hate being dressed now. Im at the point where being in clothing is just very unappealing so, if I’m just at home, I’m in a bra (sometimes) and underwear (always) and that’s about it. Sometimes I wear a silky robe + underwear and call it dressed. I just have no desire to have my already tight belly confined to those damn panels on maternity clothes.
When I lay on my back (briefly. I know I can’t stay like that long), you can see where Alex is in my belly because my belly goes lopsided and you can feel his little body. It’s very strange to look at and very cool. If I move a bit, you can watch him move, too. Sometimes he goes from one side to the other and its weird to watch my belly shift with him.
Sometimes when I stand he moves from one side to the other and it catches me off guard and my belly kind of jolts. It’s weird and funny.
I can’t control if I fart or not a lot of the time. I honestly don’t even know it’s about to happen until it does. I get no warning. There’s just so much pressure in there already, there’s nothing I can do about it. It is what it is.
Going up stairs feels like running a marathon. He’s squishing my lungs, so I get pretty winded going up stairs. My midwife office is at the top of 3 flights of stairs and by the time I get up there I’m huffing and puffing pretty good. So is every other pregnant woman who walks in to the office.
Putting on underwear can be a chore. Sometimes it takes 3 tries to lift my leg and get it through the leg hole. I get it done eventually.
Getting off the couch can be troublesome if I’m too far in to the couch. I rock back and forth to gain momentum to get myself up or my husband just pulls me up. My use of ab muscles is very much dwindling.
Aaaand finally, I can’t bend anymore. I must squat. I’m told this is good for labor!
That’s all friends!