31 Weeks

Dear Wyatt,

You are 31 weeks along and are still in squash phase - but I beg to differ! Your momma looks like a linebacker. There is no way I have 9 weeks left. Just sayin'.

All 5 of your senses are developed by now and you just keep getting smarter and smarter. The only system left to mature are your lungs. So you need to stay in the oven a little longer, baby.

This past week your momma has made a new friend:

EDEMA

Ugh! I noticed it Friday night when my fingers looked like sausages and I couldn't pull my rings off over my fat fingers. Your daddy and I both worked on getting my promise ring off (him pulling my fatness down and me trying to work the ring over the enormous bump that used to be my knuckle) and I was able to manage getting my wedding rings off with the help of soap and lotion. But still, I didn't think the promise ring I have been wearing since I was a junior in high school was gonna make it over my fluid-filled knuckle.

Sitting here now it has been off for 5 days and I still see the indention of where the promise ring was on my right ring finger. I tried to go without wearing my wedding rings, but I caved and put them back on. I just can't do it yet.

On Sunday I noticed my ankle bones were...gone! I kept pushing to find them and was leaving indentations on my ankles. Pitting edema already!?!? I thought maybe it has something to do with my diet, so I have been avoiding fast food because I admit, I haven't been winning any awards for Healthiest Eater lately. Baby Wyatt has been wanting Taco Bell, McDonalds, Papa Johns... So that has to stop!

I haven't noticed the swelling going down yet, but hopefully it does. I knew I would swell eventually, but not with 9 weeks left to go. I had a semi-panic attack Sunday night about it that went something like this:

"AJ, I can't have 9 weeks left. I can't do this for 9 more weeks. I am fat. I am swollen. Look at my fingers! Look at my feet! I expected to swell but not this early. There's no way I have 9 weeks left. I can't do it." - Me

"You're pregnant." - AJ

"AJ, you aren't listening to me. I can't have 9 weeks left. They must have the dates wrong. He has to come earlier. I can't do this for 9 more weeks. This is not a good time. I'm huge. I'm swollen. Look how fat my face is! She has to take him early, she has to!" - Me

"...You're...pregnant?" - AJ (what he's thinking: I wish she would just go to bed...)

This past Sunday was Allie's baby shower for baby Lilly. Robin, Danielle, and I all rode to the shower together. It was hilarious because we are all pregnant and all represent a different trimester. AJ laughed about there being 6 people total in the car.

The shower was fun and there were great decorations and a great spread of foods at her cousin's home. I loaded up on bagels, quiche, and fruit. They were even serving mimosas! I opted for the OJ with the grapes. I got her a bather and washcloths and a rubber ducky that tells you if the water is too hot for baby. They were all on her registry and it looked like she got a lot of awesome stuff! We snapped a pic of all of us from work:

Daley, Kari, Allie (in back), Danielle, Robin (in back), & Yo Momma

It's funny that 2/3 of the women in this picture are preggo! 

The swelling is still up and your momma has been putting her feet up every night. Yesterday at work I thought to hell with it and put my feet up during a long hysterectomy case. Not the most professional-looking, but I am beyond caring what other people think. I'm swollen, I feel like a tank, my feet throb and my toes are numb. I sweat like a pig at night but can't turn the fan too high or I get even more stuffed up in my nose than I already am. I have a pair of TED hose that go knee-high that I'm thinking about trying out tomorrow at work to see if they help. 

I've been reading the Hunger Games for about a week now and finished the 3rd and last book last night. I always get depressed when I finish a good book, it's even worse when it's a series. It's like being broken up with! I still wonder if you will be a little bookworm too, Wyatt. 

I bought a pair of Toms today. Toms are ridiculous-looking slip-on shoes that pretty much mold to your feet and are supposed to be comfortable. People swear by them. When I was trying them on, the guy tried to fit me in a half-size smaller than I normally wear. I attempted to jam my foot in it, got about halfway in, and thought for $50 there is no way in hell I am attempting to do this at 6:20 AM before work every morning. He scuttled to the back and emerged with my normal size and while they were still sung, I was able to fit my ham of a foot into it. I tried them out, walked around with them, looked at them in the mirror. Decided they were ugly but felt a lot better than my Nike Shox that I feel like burning. I bought them and walked around the mall with them. When I got home I forgot I even had shoes on. 

Mommy and her new gray Toms
Don't mind the messy bed. 

This Friday is your daddy's birthday then 8 days later it's my birthday. We are both turning 25. It's hard to believe we've been together since we were 17. It's funny. Your dad was born in January, your momma was in February, and you will be a little March baby. 

Much Love,