Your baby’s the size of a durian!
This week your baby weighs a little over 4 pounds and has passed the 17-inch mark. He’s rapidly losing that wrinkled, alien look and his skeleton is hardening. The bones in his skull aren’t fused together, which allows them to move and slightly overlap, thus making it easier for him to fit through the birth canal. With that much baby inside your uterus, your amniotic-fluid level has maxed out, which explains why some of his pokes and kicks feel pretty sharp these days. (There’s less fluid to cushion the blows.) Antibodies are being passed from you to your little one asshe continues to develop his own fetal immune system, which will come in handy once he’s outside the womb and fending off all sorts of germs.
I cannot believe that I am 33 weeks already. Was it only 6 months ago that my doctor COULDN’T FIND MY BABY in my enormous uterus? Now there’s is definitely no mistaking in his constant jabs, rolls, and karate kicks that he’s in there…and quickly running out of room!
These days, I’ve become a fat, hot, swollen, sweaty, waddling, exhausted mess of a human being. Sleep has become elusive, even though I’m tired all the time. I wake up at least once an hour to hit the bathroom, and it takes me at least another 15 minutes to find a comfortable position on my side to fall back asleep…only to wake up again 45 minutes later. I actually need to hold on to the handrails (yuck) in the subway in order to make it up and down the stairs, and simple tasks such as putting on pants feel like an exercise in dexterity (and humiliation). My hands and feet look like they belong to Smeagol, and my emotions are like those of Jekyll and Hyde…except Hyde seems to be surfacing more and more.
In short, I’m more than ready to have this baby! I wonder if making your third trimester as uncomfortable as possible is nature’s way of preparing you to raise a child. Even though I’m still nervous and worried over whether I’d make a good parent, these days I’m just too freaking tired to worry beyond calculating the distance between the couch and the bathroom, as I would imagine this cat is also thinking.
3 more weeks until I’m full term. 7 weeks until my due date. Let the countdown begin!