25 weeks

25 weeks, 2 days

If I had to name Week 25, I would call it the Week of the Nutcase. That's me. I've been a complete freak all week. My hormones are insane and I can't do anything about it. It's safe to say that anything and everything I come in contact with, sends me into overdrive. As much as I try to hold it in, I can't. The awful part? When I get any sort of spike in emotion, I cry. When I'm mad, when I'm angry, when I'm happy even....TEARS. Lot's of them.

Thursday was an especially psychotic moment. Joe and I had planned to meet at Babies R Us after work to order our glider. I texted him that afternoon to make sure he would still be free. His job is not always one that starts and stops at a specific time every day so I even called him when I left my office to make sure we were still on. "Still in the office, be there in a bit," he said. No big deal. I can always waste some time checking out the boy clothes. (Sidenote: I wanted to purchase ev.every.thing. but I didn't.) ....... Fast forward to an HOUR later, still no Joe. Now normally, this would have been no big deal but my hormones sent me over the edge. I called him from the store and he was still at the office. I walked out of the store in tears. I ended up crying the entire way home and for an hour while I made dinner and cleaned up our place a bit. I couldn't stop. It was full on sobs and hyperventilating. WTF? Seriously?

Joe felt so bad that he did end up picking up our crib so not all was lost. I just don't know what the big deal was. It's not like we had to order it that day. Why did I have to freak out so much? Granted, it would have been great if Joe had just said that he was trying to get work stuff done and wouldn't be able to come. Oh well. I figure I have many more moments like this and even more crazy ones after baby boy is here. ;)



Charley horses: Oh man, they are bad. I've read that they are abundant in pregnancy but these are just ridiculous. Early Friday morning, just after 5am, I was woken up by an extra painful one in my left calf. You know how when a cramp starts, it comes and gradually gets deeper and more painful. Well those first few seconds, I held it in and tried to breathe till it passed. A few seconds later, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I screamed! and screamed some more! Joe shot out of bed. "What is going on? Are you okay? Is it your stomach?" as he start rubbing my belly. HA! The poor guy was scared to death until he found out it was just a cramp in my calf. A full day later and my leg still really hurts though.

I'm going to up my water intake (although I drink close to 100oz a day as it is) and make sure I'm getting enough potassium and iron. My doc said they were testing my iron at my appointment last week so I should know soon if I need to get some more vitamins. Anemia is pretty common in pregnancy because of the increased blood supply needed but so far I don't crave rocks so hopefully that's a good sign that all is well!



I mentioned that Joe picked up the crib. Yeah. I have a bed. For a baby. In my spare bedroom. WHOA. Now, I need to get on picking an actual mattress. Any suggestions? It's the one thing that I can't seem to pull the trigger on which is pretty unlike me.

I forgot to mention last week that we have passed Viability day. Once pregnancy has reached 24 weeks, doctors consider the pregnancy viable. If I were to go into labor, the baby would have at least a chance of survival. Granted, the chance is really slim but prior to 24 weeks, doctors wouldn't even try to save the baby. I realize this is incredibly morbid to think about but it's still a good milestone to hit.



We have graduated to the eggplant week. Baby boy should be about 1 1/2 pounds. His equilibrium is kicking in, so he now knows what is right side up and upside down. This makes sense as he went from breach to head down within the last few weeks. He's still thinning out and his skin in getting smoother to look like a newborns.


We have our first baby class on Wednesday which should be interesting. It's called "The Miracle of Birth" and Joe may walk out of there traumatized. I'll keep you posted!