Week 32 : She’s a Jicama!

According to Babycentre my squishy is about the size of a Jicama this week (another root/fruit that we don’t get here!) and should be more or less 16.7 inches long (42.4cm). I am SURE my baby will be a lot cuter than a Jicama.

They say that she’ll be picking up about a third of her birth weight in the next 7 weeks at the rate of about half a pound a week (226,7g). Well there you go…it’s time for the big swell to commence? Brace yourselves, we don’t know how big this is going to get.

They also say that this week she has fingernails and toenails and either hair or a respectable form of peach fuzz. If this baby is anything like her mother she’ll be born with a full head of proper hair, no fuzz to speak of – but we’ll see what happens.

According to the weekly email update I get, some of the symptoms I should or could be experiencing this week include shortness of breath (check), heartburn (CHECK) and back pain (nope – and thank you for that!). I will say that I am constantly uncomfortable though and that I get funny cramps in my legs and potbelly – which I assume is either squishy squishing my nerves or some sort of braxton hicks? It’s not exactly fun, but I suppose it’s part of the process? Also I am sleeping more than I have ever slept in my life! It’s really hard work growing another human!

If I had to use one word to summarise how I feel now I’d have to go with clumsy. I can’t explain why but it’s actually easier for me to get out of the bath than out of bed. I dropped my house keys (through the security gate) one morning this week as I was leaving home for work – and I wanted to weep! Getting them back so i could unlock the door entailed putting everything I had with me down and crawling on my hands and knees to reach them and then pulling myself up again afterwards. Sounds easier and more elegant than it actually was!

Other than that I feel just peachy.

I’m spending a lot of time navel gazing…and not the depressed kind either, actual navel gazing. It’s fascinating to see her rolling around and stretching under my skin.

I’ll be honest: some days I am sooo excited to meet her and some days I am quite frankly terrified. But mostly I am excited. Good thing too – since there are now 8 weeks or less of this pregnancy left to get used to the idea of being someone’s mom.