Oh yeah - the incident I referred to in an earlier post happened about 30-31 weeks of pregnancy. Sorry. ^_^;
Don’t fly to Texas from Alaska. If your water breaks while in Texas, certainly don’t fly back.
What airline would let a woman 36 weeks pregnant on the plane?!?!?
Well if moving across Canada (in a Toyota Tercel) at about 32 weeks, having the car die somewhere west of Kamloops (I think) having to hitchhike into the nearest town then the next day ship whatever you can salvage via greyhound and then get yourself 4 provinces east sounds like a bad idea, then I am sure at 36 weeks it is really a bad idea.
(Fortunately?) there was no suggestion made that I do that again at 39 weeks when my father in law died. My ex husband kept making me put the phone to my belly while he said “just stay in there until I get back”
At 36 weeks I could no longer put dishes away our kitchen was too small for me to both open cabinets and be in the kitchen. ( I am fairly sure the kitchen was a converted walk-in closet.) So I would sit in the living room eating canned pears right out of the can to decrease dishes.
My baby was only interested in me eating fruit. I like fruit, but usually too much gives me the trots. That blissfull summer of 2003 I ate fruit non stop morning to night, (cherries… I never have before or since eaten so many cherries. my fingers were perma-stained) sometimes with yogurt or ice cream for protien/calcium. When the summer ended I became enamoured with canned pears, which I had detested from babyhood. I tolerate them now, but I had such a habit at 8 months pregnant, I used to lie about eating them, (yes I had some chicken and potatoes for supper! what do you think …that I just ate pears?) I stole my husband’s bus fare (it’s only 12 blocks, you can walk it!) to buy tinned pears. Everything I know about addiction I learned from tinned pears.
Alaska Airlines.
I reject this totally. I know that no matter how pregnant you may be, you are a babe. A babe worth drooling over.
That is my story and I am sticking to it.
Seriously, congrats. You will be a great mom.
C’mon…it wasn’t that long ago! Have you forgotten the whole “Did Sarah Palin really have that last baby or was it her daughter’s?” kerfluffle?
For me, my advice is to not attend a live performance of Evita and sit in seats way up near the top of the hall while wearing heels. Your center of gravity is so off, and it is so steep up there, and I hadn’t worn heels in months…I honestly thought I was going to tip over the edge of the balcony and fall. I seriously considered, on the way down, sitting down on the steps and sliding down from step to step like we did as kids…I was that frightened of tipping over. And we drove to Denver from Colorado Springs for this performance, so I wasn’t even close to my hospital…
And from pregnancy #2? Don’t live in Georgia, in August, in military housing where they turn the air off in the afternoons, and have a toddler who wants to go to the playground all day long…and then have a kid who decides to come ten days late. Worst few weeks of my life, waddling around and sweating and finding excuses to set up the sprinkler (but only on alternate days because of the drought) and sit just under the edge of the falling water…
Aww. I think pregnant women look awesome in bikinis, for what its worth. I don’t know why. When the belly sticks out and attention is drawn to it…it just seems pretty awesome.
OK, OK, I may feel different when/if I’m pregnant, but generally when I’ve seen pregnant women in bikinis or with stomachs exposed, it never makes me think that someone’s wearing something that they’re a bit too big for. It looks natural.
Thank you, but currently I’m a babe who blocks out the sun. Turn sideways = total eclipse.
It’s impressive, really.
Fortunately, I have a large stash of tent-like Hawaiian mumus at my disposal. It’s helpful as it’s really friggin’ hot here and at least I can blow the fan up the mumu.
I’m sorry, but that just sounds really dirty for some reason. Also, awesome.
I was thinking the same thing.
Just the tops, dear. Just show off the tops.
Move into a new apartment - especially if the babe has dropped and it’s about all your pubic bones can take to waddle from one end of the kitchen to the other. I know of which I speak, our current place is in shambles and I can barely move to pack things. My poor husband has to do most of the work, and I feel useless since I can’t carry anything and can barely pick things up off the floor. We move on Friday, I’ll be 37 weeks.
Also, when packing in this situation - never, ever, lay your pre-pregnancy jeans next to maternity jeans. Just don’t.
Don’t try to change your pants in the car. It’s really not worth it, even if you decide to try it in the passenger side.
Shockingly, my pre-pregnancy jeans still fit - I just have to wear them with a belly tube.
However, it’s very hot here so I’ve been sticking with mumus and my husband’s boxer shorts.
I am a vision of grace and beauty. No, really!
Mine would never stay on w/ the belly tube - one I stopped being able to zip/button them, they’d just fall off no matter what I did.
?? Are they very baggy usually? Or have you lost thigh weight??? If so, WELL DONE!!
Honestly, this seems like kind of a bad idea even if you’re NOT 36 weeks pregnant…
True. But it’s worse at 36 weeks. Seriously worse. Not that I know from experience or anything…
(It was necessary, I swear. 
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I’m going to add shaving legs to the list. Actually, I’m going to add “shaving, period”. I couldn’t bend down to reach my legs in the shower and I was on strict orders not to even think about taking a tub bath. (I’m Group B positive, and “no tub baths” was one of the OB’s standing orders.) So I tried it and it didn’t turn out as well as I’d hoped. And the last week of pregnancy, I tried to shave my pits and was greeted by a little bit of oozing colostrum, which freaked me out. So just don’t do it.