the muffin chronicles: prologue – week 21
The baby’s movements have been much more pronounced this week. Last week, I could feel Muffin moving but this week I felt actual kicks and/or punches. And Karl was finally able to feel the baby move over the weekend! At mass on Sunday, I felt some kicking. I put my hand on the spot where the kicks happened and pushed down slightly. Muffin kicked again so I pushed down again which resulted in a few more kicks. It was so precious!
So apparently pregnancy insomnia is a thing, which explains why I’ve had a difficult time sleeping the past few weeks. Not only is it difficult to get comfortable, but my sleep has been very light. If I wake up, it takes me forever to fall back to sleep because, exhausted though I am, my mind is racing. When I do get a refreshing deep sleep, like I did last night, I have crazy dreams. Oh well. As much as I’d love to get as much good sleep as possible before Muffin is born, I might as well get used to surviving on the bare minimum.
My father is convinced Muffin is a boy and said about the sonogram photo that the baby was quite handsome and looking more and more like his abuelito every day. I told Dad that if he was referring to Muffin’s currently bald head then he would be correct! But that is changing: I’ve had crazy heartburn this week, and I think that means the baby is going to have a full head of hair. Sorry Dad!
Muffin and I went to ballet class again last night. We went two weeks ago, but had to miss last week due to preparations for the ball. Prior to two weeks ago, I hadn’t been to class since week 5. A lot has changed, but I did surprisingly well both times. It has been interesting though, and I’m sure it will continue to be so as Muffin gets bigger and my body continues to change. I’ve enjoyed being back at the barre and am working on not pushing myself too much.
My daily exercise routine altered slightly this week when Karl was out of town on business for a couple of days. Normally he drops me off at the bus stop on his way to work, but I had to trudge up a steep hill in the bitter cold while he was gone. I walk at least two miles every day to and from work (and by walk, I mean haul ass through the crowded streets of NYC), so one would think that a hill wouldn’t be that big of a deal. But it was. I huffed and puffed my way to the top, but barely had any energy left to make it the rest of the way to the bus stop. It’s rather disheartening to start the day out of breath and exhausted. Thankfully, the bus ride allowed me to replenish my depleted energy and make the hike from the bus terminal to work.
For all the planning people say I can’t do without knowing if the baby will be a boy or a girl, there is actually a lot of planning I can do. I’ve been working on scheduling a birthing class, making a birth plan and researching contingency plans (just in case), thinking about the baby’s baptism… there is a lot of fun planning stuff that is keeping us busy.
The top photo is from last week and the second is a very exhausted me before ballet class last night (I was quite energized after the class).