Friday, August 28, 2009

26 Weeks!

26 weeks down, 14 to go. I think back to when I was 14 weeks and think, “Well, I was just barely pregnant then!” Fourteen weeks does not seem like a long time. That’s just over three months remaining: September, October, and November, plus a few days on either end, if Scout comes as expected on December 4.

Comparing pregnancy to a southbound AT hike, this puts me at the Apple Orchard Falls Trail, which is about seven miles north of Bryant Ridge Shelter—about right here:



I remember staying at Bryant Ridge Shelter. There was a Scout troop staying there as well, and plenty of room for everyone. The next morning, I just about froze to death. I was hiking before sunrise, and literally ran up the uphill trail in an effort to get warm.

And it worked. A half-hour later, I had to stop to remove my rain pants and hiked the rest of the day in my shorts.

Unlike me, Hubster was a northbounder (“nobo”). So I thought it only fair to share where Scout and I would be, if we were comparing this pregnancy to a northbound hike. It looks like we’d be somewhere around Shenandoah Mountain, NY, about 15 miles north of Graymoor Spiritual Life Center, and about three miles south of RPH Shelter. On the big map, that's somewhere around here:



Ah, Graymoor. I remember using their outhouse. It was clean, it smelled nice, and the water was blue. Such luxury! I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

OK, enough about hiking. Scout, Hubster, and I will be hiking soon enough. For now, Scout’s only hikes have been back and forth across my bladder. Let’s see what’s happening with Scout this next week:

- Scout’s about 14 inches long now (about 9.4 inches from crown to rump) and weighs about 1.7 pounds.

- Scout’s eyes will open this week!!

- Scout’s ears are developed enough that he/she, unless deaf like mom, may be able to hear Hubster and me talking.

- Scout has a good, strong grip now. I’ll have to add Leki poles to his/her baby registry, no?

- Scout is able to cry. Poor Scout. Don’t cry, Scout. It’ll be okay. Look, here's what you look like now:



And the big one: One week from today, I finish my second trimester. Can you believe we’re this far along? I can’t. Even though my ever-growing belly tells me otherwise.

I’m starting to look forward to childbirth the way I looked forward to my thru-hike: I knew it was going to be one of the hardest things I’d ever do, but I also knew it would be more than worth it in the end.

Ninety-eight more days till Scout’s due date!

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Today's Ultrasound

One of the great things about where I live is the multitude of free ultrasounds available. The local pregnancy care center is training someone to be a sonographer, so they've been begging for ultrasound models. Scout "modeled" a couple of months ago, and we went back in today for Scout's second "modeling" session.

Scout was very discreet and polite and didn't flash his/her private parts for the camera, so we were relieved about that. We got a great picture of Scout's little face. I should be able to scan it tomorrow and will post it here then.

Scout, as I thought, is currently in the "transverse" position with the head on my right side and the bottom/feet on my left side. That isn't a problem right now, since I'm only 25 weeks, 6 days (but who's counting?). As the pregnancy progresses, Scout should tumble down to where he/she will be coming head-first down the chute.

Heart rate today was 144. Scout is still a healthy little baby. That's a relief.

I, on the other hand, am dealing with weak/dizzy spells, probably due to the anemia I've developed since becoming pregnant. I'm eating more meat than I've ever had in my life, plus taking iron pills every day. So it's frustrating to have to sit or lie on the floor when I'd rather be at my desk.

Ninety-nine more days. Time's a-flyin'!

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Ten Random Things ...

... that have nothing to do with Little Scout, or with being pregnant.

Is it possible for me to think of ten random things that have nothing to do with Little Scout and/or pregnancy? No? Well, I’ll try anyway, for those of you who are tired of my pregnancy-related posts. So, here we go.

Ten random things that have nothing to do with Little Scout and/or pregnancy:

1. Scout is due in 100 days. Only 100 days! Help!!

1. I haven’t been playing piano, so I have no news to report there, other than that I’ve suddenly become very insecure about my ability to play anything. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to shake my piano-neuroticism. I’ve written several letters to piano friends, but I never send the letters because I sound like such a whiner.

2. Life has been bliss ever since the Hubster came home from camp.

3. I’m reading a bunch of books on natural childbirth.

3. It’s really hard to eat when you have a baby smushing your stomach.

3. I’ve been taking an H&R Block tax course. No, I have no plans, not ever, to prepare anyone’s tax return. But it was offered for free at my job, and a good learning-addict never turns down a free opportunity to sit in class and learn stuff. Of course, one of the things I learned (and which I suspected already) is this: I’m not very good at taxes. No star student status in this class for me, no sirree.

4. Hubster and I watched the first season of “24” on DVD last week. (Yes, this means we were couch potatoes for hours every night.) Funny that two of the bad guys for that season ended up being named Dan and Nina. That’s just wrong.

5. Little Scout loves to hang out on the right side of my uterus. It’s sweet.

5. I really love Pandora.com, except that it keeps pegging me for a country-music fan, even when I'm listening to my "Palestrina" station. I’m starting to learn never to click the “Thumbs Up” button if any remotely country singer (Willie Nelson, John Denver, etc.) comes on. Next thing you know, it’s nothing but twangdiddy-twang-twang-twang.

6. Yesterday I created a station on Pandora.com called “Julie Andrews.” And the first song it played was Elton’s John’s “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart.” Huh? But I thumbed it up (thumb-upped it?) anyway.

7. I’m really glad that my favorite pundit, Jay Nordlinger, is back from his Salzburg trip. I was missing his often thought-provoking, and always charming, Impromptus column.

8. I owe e-mails to Jonathan, Nocona, and Forrest, not to mention a bunch of other people. One of these days ...

9. Facebook really is a wonderful thing, despite its faults. Most recently, I’ve found my Yellowstone friend, Lottie, as well as a few more people from high school that I actually liked. Kind of neat to (1) remember the unhappy times in your life, (2) be thankful for those who helped to make those times less unhappy, and (3) be able to communicate with them, 20 or so years later, on Facebook.

10. One of the names Hubster and I love for a boy is Josiah. Then we met someone on Sunday who has a four-month-old named Josiah. And her sister-in-law is expecting a baby girl in September … and is naming her Scout.

10. I’ve been listening to 70’s love songs on Pandora. This is not a safe activity for a pregnant woman, who cries at any little emotional sentiment. I’m keeping Kleenex at my desk. I can’t help it if all those love songs seem expressly written for me and the Hubster.

10. Speaking of the Hubster, I am the luckiest woman alive for having snagged him for a husband.

Well, I did come up with 10 things. It just took a few tries.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Week 25 Belly Pic

This is kind of an ugly picture of me, but it'll have to do. So here you go: Week 25. The trusty blue tank top is starting to get a little short at the bottom. What's with that?



As always, if you want to see my pics back to Week 20, click the "belly pics" label at the bottom of this post.

If you want to read about my (and Scout's) life at 25 weeks, including a comparison of this pregnancy to a southbound AT hike, click here.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Whew!

Wow. What a day. My mom, sister, hubster, and I all met at a kids' furniture store this morning and picked out all manner of baby furniture for Scout. We got a crib that turns into a toddler bed, which turns into a "real" bed. We got a mattress for the crib. We got a dresser. We got a bedside table. We got rails to go on the toddler bed once Scout is ready to "graduate" to it. I'm sure we got something else. We had to have, after all the money that store made off of us.

Then we went to Babies R Us to do our registry. Wow. I am so glad I had my sister with me. She's something of an expert in baby gear, having gone through all of this last year when she was expecting the lovely Miss Ella. So we got our scanner gun and scanned everything from bottles to butt cream to playards to blankets to fitted sheets for the crib. I was exhausted by the time we finished, but I was also very happy because we got everything done--no second trips to Babies R Us required!

After that, we went to REI so I could show everyone my dream baby jogger. Of course, we couldn't stay away from the baby clothes and shoes, and my poor sister couldn't make it out of the store without buying the lovely Miss Ella a raincoat of her very own.

All in all, it was a very productive day. I must admit, I was not particurlarly looking forward to this baby-registry trip. I've been in Babies R Us a few times, and it's pretty overwhelming. But with my sister there, picking out registry items was a snap. She would say, "You'll need this," and I would say, "Okay!" Then ... beeep ... (that's my imitation of the scanner gun) ... it was on my registry. On to the next item.

Even the Hubster had fun. Especially when we got to the baby-toy section. :)

Friday, August 21, 2009

Pregnant on Fish Hatchery Road



Here we are at Week 25 and Fish Hatchery Road. (Click map to make it bigger.)



For those who haven't been following along, I'm breaking up my pregnancy into equivalent miles of a southbound AT thru-hike. So, 25 weeks of pregnancy is equivalent to reaching (somewhere around) Fish Hatchery Road near Montebello, Virginia, south of Shenandoah National Park. I think it's called Spy Rock Road now, but I always thought "Fish Hatchery Road" was such a great name for a road. It sounds so odd ... fish hatching? On a road?

A baby hatching? In my belly?

Here are some of this week's highlights:

- Scout's eyes became completely developed this week. They've been closed for some time now, but will probably open near the end of the month.

- Scout's skin is red and wrinkled, but starting to smooth out.

- Scout has reached a point at which he/she, if born today, would have at least a 50% chance of survival. That's a big relief.

- Scout is now about 13.5 inches, head to toe, and weighs about a pound and a half--about the same weight as my trusty old Feathered Friends Hummingbird.

- Scout's hands (perfect for playing piano with, or at least holding Leki poles with) are now completely developed.

- Scout's nostrils are clearing out, and he/she can now practice breathing through his/her nose.

- The blood vessels in Scout's little lungs are developing.

All in all, I'd say it's a pretty exciting time to be Scout.

About me:

I had another episode of painful round ligament stretching, which I wrote about a few days ago. I'm also starting to get some leg and foot discomfort in the form of charley horses and swollen feet (mainly at night). Apparently, no amount of exercise, potassium, and calcium is going to block leg cramps altogether. Oh well.

My jeans and the other maternity clothes I bought near the end of my first trimester are getting tight, and I'm hoping not to have to go on yet another shopping trip for clothes I may never wear again after this winter.

Truly, I never thought I'd see the day when the Hubster's shorts and t-shirts fit me better than my own clothes. But that day, my friends, is here.

Other than feeling swollen and crampy and tired, though, I'm feeling pretty good.

My third trimester officially begins three weeks from today. Scout is due in 15 weeks.

ACK! Only 15 weeks! Help!!!!!

Monday, August 17, 2009

Found This Humorous ...

This ad was prominently displayed next to my BabyCenter December 2009 Birth Club group forum.



Ha. Don't think we'll be needing these diet tips anytime soon ...

Week 24 Belly Pic

Here is a picture of me and Scout at 24 weeks pregnant. My usual belly-pic shirt (the blue tank top) was dirty, and I didn’t want to delay the picture any longer because, as of tomorrow, I’ll be halfway to Week 25. So here you go.



(I'm not sure what's going on with my hair in this picture. It seems that pregnancy has made it flippy at the ends.)

Scout and I had a pretty good weekend. Friday night we went with the Hubster (a.k.a. The Dad) to visit an old friend who was in Asheville for vacation. Then, on Saturday, Scout and I visited Aunt Megan, Uncle Stephen, and Cousin Ella. We spent all day Sunday with the Hubster (a.k.a. The Dad), and it was wonderful—it’s the first full day I’ve spent with my husband in months.

Sunday night was painful. I started having pain from round ligament stretching again, only worse than before. It lasted about five hours and I could barely breathe at times from the pain. I took two hot baths, and that seemed to help the pain temporarily. A heating pad didn’t do much. Tylenol didn’t help at all. Mostly I just lay on the couch and moaned and groaned and felt shaky and nauseated.

I was so glad to have the Hubster there. The pain last night was much worse than before, but it was more bearable because I had him with me this time.

I came very close to calling my doctor, but decided to wait until 11 p.m. If the pain wasn’t gone by then, I would call the doctor. It would probably be a good idea to rule out the possibility that I was going into pre-term labor.

Well, by 11:00, the pain wasn’t gone, but it had decreased substantially. I was able to go to sleep and slept the whole night through.

This morning I feel exhausted. The pain is still there, but it’s a dull pain—not the sharp pain of last night. The sharp pain feels like a knife being twisted into the lower-right of my torso, just below where my right ovary would be. Or it feels like someone has my ovary in a good, strong, grip and won’t let go. Ow.

So I’m called the doctor today, just to let them know what’s going on. They want me to come in for an appointment.

I feel like the wimpiest pregnant lady … I’m supposed to go for an appointment once a month, but I’ve been going at least twice a month for little complaints here and there. Oh well. Better safe than sorry, I guess.

(BTW, if you want to see the belly pics in succession, click the "belly pics" label below.)

Update: Yup. It's round ligament pain. Just as I thought. But at least I know for sure. And I got to hear Little Scout's heartbeat again. :)

Friday, August 14, 2009

Week 24 Update



Well, here we are, Scout and I: 24 weeks pregnant.



Notice I did not say “preggo” or “preggers.” Hideous-sounding words, those.

Little Scout has gained about four ounces since last week, and boy, am I feeling it. The skin across my belly feels uncomfortably tight, like my stomach is a beach ball pumped with too much air. Surprisingly, I haven’t developed any stretch marks yet (that I know of, at least … I can’t really see the underside of my belly anymore, so if I have any there, I’m not aware of it).

Walking for exercise has become a chore. For one thing, I’m getting the pregnant-lady waddle down. My brisk, 4.6-mph walks are a thing of the past. I’m lucky if I can go 3.5 mph these days. The bigger factor, however, is the fact that I feel like my stomach grows, a little like Pinocchio’s nose, with each step I take. The first half-mile of a walk is fine. After that, I seriously feel like my stomach sticks farther and farther out. It’s the weirdest thing. Maybe Scout is just succumbing to gravity. By the time I finish my walk, my belly-skin feels so tight, and my belly itself so swollen, that I’m almost in what you would call “pain.”

So, these days, I’m walking less and doing a lot more prenatal yoga and prenatal body-sculpting instead.

Scout now weighs just over a pound and is about a foot long, head to toe. A whole foot! That’s taller than a piece of loose-leaf paper! (Ah, the very term “loose-leaf paper” gets me excited about that wonderful day, six or so years from now, when Scout and I go on our first shopping trip for school supplies!)

Scout is also starting to plump up a bit. (Taking after his/her mommy, I guess.) In fact, Scout will likely gain an entire half pound within the next week. Scout’s brain is growing bigger, too, and his or her taste buds are continuing to develop.

Why do I think it’s so sweet to imagine Scout’s tiny taste buds?

My uterus is now the size of a soccer ball. And, yes, it feels like one that’s been pumped up with too much air.

If we look at the pregnancy-as-a-southbound-AT-hike model, I’m now almost through Shenandoah National Park, at approximately Mile 92.4 of Skyline Drive:



Here's a bigger map, for a better idea of where on the "AT" I am:



Almost through Shenandoah National Park ... that means I’m almost to Waynesboro and my old stomping grounds at Mary Baldwin College in Staunton, VA! When I was really there on my thru-hike, I considered it has one of my biggest milestones on the AT.

So I think making it to 24 weeks is a pretty big milestone, too. Sadly, several of the women on the “December 2009 Babies” forum on BabyCenter.com have already had their “December babies,” none of whom lived very long. It breaks my heart to read their posts. In fact, their experiences have actually contributed to a couple of very upsetting dreams I’ve had recently.

I just need to not think about those things right now and focus on the fact that Scout is, so far, very healthy, and that his or her little taste buds are probably the cutest, sweetest taste buds in the history of humanity.

Monday, August 10, 2009

(Yet) Another Scout Update

One thing I've been really thankful about is that Scout, so far, has progressed normally. I haven't had any big surprises at my routine appointments or ultrasounds. We've only done one test for birth defects (the NT test for Down Syndrome) and opted not to do amniocentesis or any of the other tests, even though I'm considered more "at-risk" due to my age.

So today was Scout's four-week appointment. I've gained about 14 pounds since I first learned I was pregnant, which is about right. Recommended guidelines are for me to gain 25-35 in the course of the pregnancy. Scout's heart rate was 140, which is what it's been all summer.

For Scout's September appointment, we'll do another blood sugar test to check for gestational diabetes. They did one last month, as well--the doctor today told me that it's routine for them to test the elderly and obese moms-to-be more often than the others.

Good news: Last night, Beau jumped on the bed and, in the process, dug his claws into Hubster's leg. Well, that's not good news. The good news is that after Hubster yelped in pain, Scout kicked up a storm for a few minutes. That means Scout might, just might, have good ears (unlike his/her mommy).

Really good news: Hubster is home from camp! Home for good! No more lonely nights for me!

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Week 23 Belly Pic

I'm afraid I'm not very glowy in this one ... took it after a long, late drive back from Ella Land. (But the drive to and from my niece's house was well worth it!)



I think Scout's grown a bit since last week, don't you?

Friday, August 7, 2009

Week 23



Just want everyone’s been waiting for … yet another baby update!

As I said to some friends yesterday, I think Scout finally got the “GROW” memo, now that we’re well over five months along. The last couple of weeks haven’t been the most comfortable of my pregnancy, particularly with the pain from round ligament stretching. On a scale of 1 to 10, the most severe of the round ligament pain has rated about an 8.5. (I know, I know ... I'm a wimp, and I’m sure the experience of childbirth will necessitate some scale recalibration.)

Anyway, the round ligament pain has been accompanied by general nausea and the usual fatigue. I’ve also felt a little depressed—sometimes a lot depressed—but I think that may be more of a result of missing my Hubster.

In some ways, pregnancy feels very lonely. Weird, but I’d have to say that loneliness has been the overriding emotion of this whole pregnancy. It’s not loneliness for company—Lord knows I’ve had enough company this summer. And I have a great family, good friends, a very supportive circle of co-workers, and a whole cheering squad on Facebook, but still … in the end, it’s really just me and Scout. Scout and I. When I’m lying in bed at night, trying to go to sleep, I’m alone with Scout. When I go on my walks, I’m alone with Scout.

I guess in some people this “alone with baby” time produces a feeling of closeness, of bonding. I suppose it’s doing that with me. I definitely feel like I love Little Scout, to the point of tears if I let myself think too much about it. But mostly I just feel lost and uncertain ... with a real sense of trepidation. I try to imagine how my life is going to change, but it’s kind of like watching a suspenseful movie and having my hands covering my eyes, trying to garner up the courage to peek between my fingers. I just can’t do it for long, no matter how tantalizing.

I think “reality” will set in more next week, when Hubster is finally home from his three-month, work-enforced sabbatical from domestic life. We’re going baby & registry shopping two weekends from now (he has a work obligation next weekend … grrr). And we’ll start setting up the baby’s room. Maybe the reality will set in then.

Or maybe it won’t. It will have to at some point. Everything just feels foreign right now, like I’ve been inadvertently dropped off at a train station I never knew was there before. I feel like I have no bearings, no sense of direction. No sense of purpose, even. I’m just drifting along, reading my baby books, living my life, waiting for this drastic change to happen, trusting (blindly, it feels like) that this is God’s plan and that I’ll somehow find myself equipped to handle whatever challenges lie ahead.

Anyway, here are some of the highlights of Scout’s progress for last week and the coming week:

- Starting to make antibodies
- Kicking strongly enough that Dad (were he here) would be able to feel it. It still just feels like fluttering to me, though.
- Heartbeat is getting stronger
- Lungs are developing and alveoli are forming
- Hand grip and startle reflexes have developed

Scout is about 11½ inches tall and weighs about a pound (apparently, about the weight of a Harry Potter book).

Here’s where we are if we think of this pregnancy as a southbound AT hike:



Yep, we’ve made it to Shenandoah National Park. I think Scout and I will stop at Big Meadows for some ice cream. We deserve it. Or at least Scout does.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

My Hungry Hubster

So I was working diligently at my job at about 9:50 this morning when my cell phone buzzed. It was my beloved Hubster, calling from his business trip in Bloomington, Indiana! My little heart fluttered in a way that it never will for Rick.

"Well, good morning, Hubster! How are you today?"

"Oh, I am terrible." Poor thing sounded so sad. So lonesome. So helpless.

"What's wrong, Sweetie?" I asked, expecting to hear him respond with something like, "I'm just so lonely for my wonderful Wifey."

But he said, "All I want is to find a good mom-and-pop diner and have a good breakfast, but there's nothing here in Bloomington but chain restaurants!"

Oh. "And do you miss your Wifey, too?"

"Oh, of course! That too! But my belly is sooo hungry and I can't find a good breakfast place!"

So I went to Switchboard.com and looked up diners in Bloomington, Indiana. Sure enough, most of the "diners" were chains (Waffle House, Bob Evans), and some of the listed restaurants, such as McDonald's and Starbucks, weren't diners at all.

But I did find one: the Cloverleaf Family Restaurant. So I gave him the address and he punched it into the Garmin I gave him for Christmas last year.

The whole time he drove, following the directions, we talked on the phone. The Garmin predicted that he would arrive at 10:02 a.m.

We had a false alarm when he was met with this sad sight, apparently a Cloverleaf Family Restaurant that had closed down.



I could almost see the tears welling up in poor Hubster's eyes ... but then we realized that the closed Cloverleaf was at the wrong address.

Maybe they moved and that's the old location, we figured.

After several red lights, and the Garmin was now predicting a 10:06 a.m. arrival time at the address I had given him.

"Ten-oh-six?! Oh Wifey, what happens if I get there and they tell me they stopped serving breakfast at 10:05? Ohhh, my belly is crying for a good greasy-spoon breakfast!"

Luckily, he passed a Bob Evans just a couple of blocks before the Cloverleaf. So at least he had a Plan B.

When he got to the Cloverleaf Family Restaurant, he saw a sign that said "Breakfast Served All Day." There were people inside. I thought Hubster was going to cry tears of joy.

What an emotionally draining morning for a hungry Hubster!

Technology can be a wonderful thing sometimes. Thanks to the Internet, the cell phone, and the Garmin, my Hubster is now filling his belly with the lip-smacking, artery-clogging breakfast of his dreams. I just hope the breakfast was worth it!

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Scout's First Concert

Oh, great. I asked the midwife last week if it would bother Little Scout for me to go to a loud concert, and she said Scout would be fine, that Scout is so insulated in the amniotic fluid that the loud noise wouldn't be a problem.

So I went to see my old flame, Rick Springfield. And of course the money I spent for a reserved seat was completely wasted since Mu (my sister) and I stood next to the stage (and the speakers) the whole time.

Then I read in my Parenting.com Pregnancy Planner Newsletter today that Scout "can hear clearly now and is especially sensitive to loud noises, which can startle him [or her], making his [or her] heart thump and his [or her] arms flail. He [or she] much prefers soothing music or the faint sound of your voice. Do some experimentation with different (calming) noises to see which he [or she] responds to the most."

Somehow I doubt that the combination of a very loud "Jessie's Girl," combined with several thousand very loud, screaming late-thirtysomething girls (with one of those screaming girls being yours truly) was soothing for Baby Scout.

I actually did worry about Scout throughout the concert. That was the one negative about the whole experience. I myself had to take out my hearing aid and wear earplugs--nothing quite like the lovely combination of hearing loss and recruitment. I think I was the only overgrown teenybopper in the audience who had funny orange squishies sticking out of her ears. They looked silly, but I would have been miserable without them. I could still hear everything perfectly fine (by my standards, at least), so they didn't seem to take away from the experience.

Rick looked good. And sounded good. I must admit, my knees went weak a few times. Funny how those deeply ingrained feelings from my early and mid-teens are still there and can be reawakened by the mere sound of his voice singing, "I almost believe you were made to be played by my hands." Ha. It's hard to believe he'll be 60 this month. Of course, I thought he was kind of old (33) back when I first fell madly in love with him. I was 12 at the time, so I guess he was old in comparison.

Oh, and I did not throw my big, pregnant bra at the stage, by the way--despite the rumor my sister is trying to spread.

I tried to get some good pictures, but all I had was my cell phone camera, which is a poor excuse for a camera. Most of my pictures looked like this:



For comparison, here's the best one I got:



Anyway, I doubt that Scout enjoyed the concert, but hopefully I didn't do anything to damage his/her developing ears. If I did, I'll never be able to forgive myself.

P.S. I did a blog search for "Rick Springfield Biltmore" and discovered this lovely blog by breast cancer survivor Lisa Larson. She posted pictures from the concert here. They're a LOT better than my pictures, so be sure to check them out.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Week 22 Belly Pic

Here I am at Week 22. Not sure why the picture is so overexposed looking. Oh well. Only 18 weeks to go!



So my belly is no bigger than it was last week, or two weeks ago for that matter. I'm going to stop complaining about it. I'll start looking pregnant sooner or later.