After a week in Wisconsin, I think I must have done something wrong. At my appointment this week, I’d actually lost a little weight. The midwife wasn’t overly concerned for now, especially since I had submitted a diet journal (started after I got home, of course), which did show how much and what I’ve been eating every day. Baby’s growing, measuring good, has its head down already. My iron was a little low, so I’ve been recommended to eat more red meat, leafy greens, all that irony protein stuff. So even though I’m just feeding myself and my boy every night for dinner this week, I’ve been trying to add some meat to our meals.
I’m feeling heavier, a little more tired. But I’m also crossing some stuff off my to-do list in preparation for baby. The big thing now is arranging for someone to be around for M during the labor and birth. I’ve got a few options, so hopefully with the help from a few kind and generous individuals, I’ll have a plan, a backup and maybe a couple of other backup options.
M has been more lovey with me and the baby belly. He asks to give Baby X hugs in the morning, he kisses my belly, and during the Super Bowl, we were just lying on the couch together and his hand was lightly running circles around my belly. He’s also highly amused by my disappearing naval.
