Foxlet: Week 27

Woo-hoo! We’ve hit the 27 week mark, people, which means that I’m either in my third trimester or about to hit my third trimester, depending on what resource you’re looking at. Many places state that 28 weeks is the beginning of the third tri, but 40 weeks divided by 3 trimesters is 13.3333333333 (ad infinitum), so it’s really more like 27-and-a-half, so I think we’ll just call it at 27. After all, I certainly *feel* like I’m in my third trimester, and that’s what really counts, right? Ahahaha.

Baby Foxlet is a super active little fetus, constantly pushing, prodding, and moving around inside. I certainly am not worried about having to meet my requirements for kick counts, that’s for sure. I can even see her moving from the outside now! It’s suuuuuuper weird and alien-like and creepy and amazing and awesome. Pretty much like all of pregnancy.

The coolest thing about week 27, in my opinion, is that viability rates shoot way up at this point. If for any reason I were to go into premature labor and Foxlet needed to be delivered now, she’d have a 90% chance of survival! I obviously want her to keep baking for many more weeks to come, of course, but it’s still a bit of weight off my shoulders to know that with every day that passes, she becomes more and more equipped to meet and thrive in the “real world.” Isn’t science awesome??

Foxlet’s Size: At 27 weeks, Foxlet weighs around 2 pounds and is the length of a head of cauliflower, a bottle of sriracha, or (my fave) the size of a fennec fox!

Weight Gained: Another pound up this week, I think? My weight fluctuates by a pound or more every time I step on the sacle, but I think I’m trending upward overall. So about -3 pounds from pre-pregnancy weight now.

Symptoms: Let’s talk about (dun dun dunnnn) stretch marks!

I can’t say I was surprised to find out that I was developing stretch marks during my pregnancy, since I already have some battle scars from my teenage growth spurts (on my boobs) and just from being fat (on my stomach). But even knowing that, I was still hoping in vain that I wouldn’t get any new ones, since I haven’t been rapidly putting on weight and my stomach has been growing at a pretty steady pace this whole time (versus “popping” very suddenly.) Plus, my (obviously much fitter and more petite) sister hasn’t gotten stretch marks with any of her pregnancies.

But oh well, clearly that just isn’t the case for me. I’ve been very liberal with applying lotion and making sure I’m well hydrated and moisturized and stuff, but they say that doesn’t really have anything to do with it — either you’re gonna get ’em, or you’re not (and the majority of pregnant women do get stretch marks of some kind.) So I’m in the majority on this one, but honestly, despite the fact that of course I’d prefer not to develop new trenches in my skin, I’m not really that broken up about it. (Which kinda is the surprising part for someone as vain as myself, ahaha.)

My stretch marks so far are primarily on the main part of my stomach, deepening ones that already existed with little tinges of pinkish purple at the edges (but not like the dark purple “tiger stripes” that some women get — not yet, at least.) All of my previous stretch marks are the faint silvery-white kind, so I’m hoping that’s how these will end up after all this is done as well. That said, I guess I really shouldn’t assume anything since I’ve still got an entire trimester to go!

I’m also newly experiencing swollen feet/ankles if I’ve been on my feet all day or have been traveling. Even the 45-minute plane trip I had to make to North Carolina last week turned my feet into little hippo stumps. On Instagram, several of you guys recommended I pick up some compression socks, so I did just that and have tried to remember to keep my legs elevated when I’m working on my laptop or watching TV.

Oh, and I can’t let a symptoms update go by without mentioning my heartburn, of course. GUFF. THE HEARTBURN. The past few nights in particular have been baaaaad —  my acid reflux tend to act up right before bed, which contributes to me not being able to get to sleep because, well, duh, my throat is on fire. I’m starting to figure out which foods trigger it more than others, but mostly I think it’s just another lovely symptom with which I’m going to need to learn to cope. After all, non-pregnant Gretchen also got heartburn, so the fact that this has been exacerbated can’t come as a surprise to me… I just am most definitely NOT gonna be happy about it.

Emotions: Irritability and general moodiness has been high this past week. I’m just so cranky these days! I had to fly to North Carolina for a super quick work trip last Thursday (like, 24-hours-quick), and while the trip went just fine, the hassle of traveling (delays, swelling, exhaustion) ruined my mood for, like, 4 days straight. Not a completely rational response, I realize, but ::shrug::

Basically, apologies in advance if I seem extra whiny, short-fused, or am just kind of the worst right now.

Cravings/Aversions: I’ve been craving everything fresh and summery lately: watermelon, salads, veggie-tastic sandwiches, etc.

 
I’m not really having specific aversions, but I have picked up on the fact that avocado gives me heartburn (cryyyy), so I’m trying to avoid it… which is hard when avocado is on everything that sounds good to me, and is also delicious! I’m starting to wonder if tomatoes are doing the same since, I’ve been eating quite a lot of them lately and I know they’re quite acidic… I’ll be super sad if that’s the case though, because I’m really digging raw tomatoes right now! Which feels somewhat ironic considering I spent the first 20+ weeks of this pregnancy vomiting into my mouth at the sight or smell of tomato sauce, lol.

Sleep: Well, this is a loaded question today in particular, since last night I had heartburn so bad I swear you could’ve broken into a bank vault with the amount of acid in my throat. Ugh. I had an event for work last night, which went awesomely, but I was wiiiiiiped out when I got home. So, of course, all I want to do is crawl into bed, but my acid reflux kicked into like, super high gear and completely prevented me from being able to fall asleep.

When I finally was able to pass out, it was that terrible kind of sleep where you know you did fall asleep, but it doesn’t feel like you did. Do you know what I’m talking about? Like, logically I know that I didn’t just lay there awake for 5 straight hours, but that’s what it felt like. And then I had to get up insanely early this morning to run an errand… and I have another work event tonight. I’m hoping to be able to take a nap before I have to go do that, or tonight will be particularly interesting…

Purchases: My baby shower is just a couple weeks away, so I’m trying to be good about not acquiring new baby stuff on my own. That said, I totally caved and ordered a couple of things from Target’s latest baby line because they’re just so darned cute, and I feel like Target is constantly running out of stock on things and apparently when it comes to Foxlet I have retail-specific FOMO, lol.

I got a crib sheet, changing pad cover, some gold polka dotted blackout curtains, and the cutest little pillow you ever did see. Can’t wait ’til they arrive and I get to jazz up the nursery even more!

Looking forward to… This weekend, Sean and I are headed off on our babymoon! We’re spending a long weekend at a beautiful B&B in the Shenandoah Valley, and I’m really excited for us to spend some QT together before this little one comes to totally rock our world. 🙂

And finally, in other news: I no longer seem to be the only person in Fox household who’s acting ready for this little one to get here! Sean has been so sweet & loving lately — kissing the belly, talking to her, saying goodbye to both of us when he leaves for work in the morning — and getting excited for the hospital tour and birth class stuff I signed us up for (thanks for all of your advice on this topic from last week, btw!)

Daxter has been super attached to my bump lately as well. Yep, heart officially melted.

1 Comments

  1. The new ones will totally fade to the same silvery white! Mine did, and now you can’t really tell there are any more.

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