Tony was much more content when he was higher in my abdomen, where he could spend the day just leisurely grazing my rib cage with God knows what limb as I tried to work. However, since he’s moved lower, he’s miserable. I don’t know why; perhaps the view is not as nice down there. But either way, he has been more active since his descent than he has up until this point. Even now, my belly is jumping as he throws another tantrum in my gut.
I would love to tell you that I feel bad for him, but I really don’t. I can now breathe more easily (this is not to say I’m not winded half the time), and my boobs now can hang at a normal angle (versus the “sitting on my belly” boobs of before.. oh-so-attractive). So really, I just want to tell him to get over it.
But no, he has the stubborn italian nature of his mother, and through 3/4 of last night, continually danced a paso doble on my bladder. Friday, our medicinal cat, tried his best to calm the baby by laying directly on Tony’s face and purring, but Tony wouldn’t have it. He then directed his anger at Friday, and soon the cat left. It probably freaked him out to be pelted by some unseen attacker.
Another change is my body temperature. While it has been oddly low for most of the pregnancy (it averaged at 97.6, which is way low for me), I’m now consistently running high. It’s like running a lowgrade fever all the time. Which means I’m just freaking exhausted.
.. and, dare I say it, slightly hormonal. I was in such a foul mood (after a scathing day at work) last night that I just wanted to sit in my glider and be left alone. No talking. You may touch (for purposes of massage ONLY), but no talking. Why? BECAUSE YOU MADE ME THIS WAY, BRYAN. (Alright, I never said that. Out loud.)
Today will prove to be a better day. A coworker and I who had quite the tiff yesterday have patched things up; I got a good night’s sleep, despite Tony’s constant tae bo routines; and tomorrow night is Book Club.
Next up on the baby front: birthing class this weekend.
Medicinal cat? That sounds awesome. I have a dog that will come and lay her head in your lap when you’re sad. My cat will see me sobbing and tell me to cry him a river, build a bridge, and get over it already. And feed him some kibbles while I’m up…
My cat keeps trying to massage my belly while I am trying to sleep. I think she does it just to get Jillian going and make me get out of bed to pee so she can steal my spot.
Our dogs know when we’re upset, but when we’re sick, our cats will lay on us and purr. I wasn’t a fan at first.. being a long-time “dog person”.. but Friday is sometimes the only thing that will calm Tony down. It’s bizarre, but why question what works?
My cats NEVER sit in my lap or sleep on top of me. But four years ago when I got out of the hospital for female plumbing problems and was in pain and horribly sick, my cat Roosevelt slept on my stomach for months. He’s hasn’t done it since.
Maybe they’re waiting for us to die, and they want to be first in line for when the gnawing starts.
Dancing italian baby…. Sounds lovely! Do you need or want a wipes warmer? I’ve got one that is still in zee box.
I will have to consult the father of the baby, who makes all rules regarding what products we need. His bottle of choice? Avent. Mine? A Jack Daniels bottle.
OMG Mine has not dropped a bit and im 36 weeks tomorrow. My belly is the new push up bra! I hope he comes down soon, I miss deep breaths.
I hope you like your birthing class, mine left me totally freaked out.
As things go a wipes warmer is not the most nessacary thing to have. I’m sure though that it feels grand when it’s cold out, nothing better than a warm bum! Let me know.:)