I'm so lucky to have been so healthy thus far and to have had such an amazing support system. I never could have dreamed I'd be so lucky as to have not one, not two but 3 friends pregnant at the same time. It's great to have that support and understanding from people who are in the same boat. It will also be great to have overlapping maternity leave with at least one of them. But that being said, when you need a hug and support, its really hard for 2 pregnant ladies to hug each other. Luckily, there's always ice cream.
Unfortunately, ice cream and mass amounts of steak have gotten me to the point where they're warning me that my child will likely be 8lbs or more. I'm totally ok that my son will be on the bigger side. Rumor has it larger babies sleep better and I'm mentally prepared for anything under 10lbs. I don't want him huge and unhealthy, but I also don't want him too small to be stable on his own. The midwife assumes he's about 6lbs or so now, so I'm not concerned with the latter.
While I'm happy my baby is getting bigger and stronger and ready to sustain life on his own, I honestly still feel really functional and not THAT big. Unfortunately, comments from the peanut gallery lead me to believe differently from time to time. Today I was sitting in a common area of work and a woman, who has 3 children of her own, politely asked when I was due then said "well I don't see how you could get any bigger". Ouch. I was kind of feeling good about myself before then. I mean, I'm not wearing my best outfit ever, but I did laps this morning, I'm still mostly mobile and only have a few pieces that I've fully popped out of. I've seen some women at 38+ weeks look a lot bigger and sloppier than I do, but that comment just really kind of burst my bubble. Obviously I'm a bit sensitive right now. I'm doing the best I can and only growing as much as I need to but comments about the size of my body have never been able to handle. Only a few more weeks now...
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