Today is 33 weeks, 33 WEEKS! Where is the time going and how is it going entirely too fast and way slow at the same time? There was a prenatal appointment on Wednesday and everything is looking great still. I gained two pounds and am pushing 160 now for a total gain of 25 pounds. Belly measured 31, Enzo is still head down, and his heartbeat was in the 140’s.
At the 30 week appointment (3 entire weeks ago now) we did the short version (finger prick) of the glucose testing and everything was great there but it showed up that my iron levels were a tad low. This happened at the end of my last pregnancy also but here is the cool thing, I didn’t get prescribed some honking nasty iron pill that would make me constipated. Instead, I get to take a semi-nasty shot of Floradix Iron + Herbs Liquid Extract Formula twice a day. It isn’t the best tasting thing on earth but it is non-constipating and full of lots of the B vitamins too. I swear it actually makes me feel good and I’m thankful not to be contorting myself into goofy positions just to be able to take a poo at this point though that however may still be on the horizon.
This past weekend Lucy had her baby shower and Surro Friend and I trekked our pregnant bellies down to Miami to celebrate with Lucy. It was kind-of a crazy trip down, I was using the Google directions application on my Blackberry and every time a text or email came in it made the instructions go wonky so we constantly had changing directions and needless to say we missed the fast route to Miami Beach and instead took a detour that felt like it lasted an eternity and was composed of nothing but potholes that killed our compressed bladders. We got to our hotel and were informed that we were moved to the hotel next door because they over booked. We ended up staying in a way nicer hotel, getting free breakfast buffet and free parking out of the deal which was great but in the meltdown that our afternoon was becoming it sure wasn’t convenient to have to go unload, check in next door, bring the car back for parking, and then walk back across the road again in what felt like 200 degree heat, plus spoiler alert nobody takes pity on two pregnant women in Miami. People like to stare at you but that is about the extent of it.
We were twenty minutes late to dinner at Brio which had me stressing because I hate to be late in situations like that. We did end up having a wonderful dinner with Lucy, Ricky, Little Ricky, Lucy’s parents, three aunties, a cousin, and Lucy’s friend A and her son who is the same age as Little Ricky (they were NICU buddies when they were born). After dinner we headed to an ultrasound at a local birthing center and everyone got to see Enzo.
There is not a time when Enzo doesn’t move around like crazy after I eat, EXCEPT when I am with his parents!! Once again he was smashing his adorable little face into his placenta and hardly wanted to be bothered. I was on my side, on my back, you name it; I could have been standing on my head and he probably wouldn’t have moved. They got a few good shots though and here they are for you to see.
Surro friend and I were tired by the time we got back to the hotel but we didn’t get to bed for another hour because first we had demagnetized our room keys by placing them next to her phone in her purse and once we got that handled I realized I didn’t even have my phone which meant we needed to walk back next door to the other hotel, ask the valet to get our car, find the phone, and ask for it to be parked again before walking back past the creepy cab drivers hanging out on the corner between the hotels and being able to hit the hay.
Sunday morning, the day of Lucy’s shower, we ate our free breakfast and hit the pool to catch some sun and celebrate Surro Friend’s birthday. We each had a virgin strawberry daiquiri and took a dip in the ocean before getting ready for the shower.
Lucy’s shower was thrown by her mom and friend A. It was held at a Greek restaurant called, Thira. It was really beautiful and they had everything set up so nice and decorated in blue. Lucy and I both wore pink which I guess is a little odd since Enzo is a boy but the pink really popped against the blue decorations and I think we looked good. When Lucy arrived everyone started clapping and I got a little teary because it was so awesome that Lucy got to have that moment and a baby shower. When Little Ricky was born premature she didn’t get to have the traditional shower and I was just so happy that she was having that one. I won’t lie either, it is pretty amazing to get to be the person who plays a big part in the whole shebang; it is something I will never forget. She smiled and looked beautiful of course, glowing really. Lucy has a great support system and everyone was so nice and wonderful, I loved them all. Enzo is beyond loved as is his older brother. We played a few games, listened to music, and Lucy opened her gifts and before we knew it we were back in the car and headed north.
It was really a fun 24 + hours even though it was a whirlwind and it took me two days to recover from it. I promise to write sooner than later, did I mention that I have a child who is in middle school now? At any rate, I’m just trying to survive her schedule and believe me, I’d rather be writing sometimes instead of trying to keep it all straight.
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