33 weeks

Been awhile since we saw the bare belly! It itches like crazy, though I am blessed to remain (so far) untouched by the stretch mark fairy! I do get the lovely dark circle around my belly button and dark lines almost all the way up and down! I'm having lots of leg cramps, Braxton hicks, and peeing like crazy! It doesn't help that the heat picking up means I'm extra thirsty and drinking a TON of water. I also can't seem to make it through the day without getting extremely drowsy. It hits me around mid afternoon, and it's like someone snuck a sleeping pill into my drink! 

This week I have been consciously trying to be calm and not stress myself. Tomorrow starts my 34th week, and it looks as though we made it through this week with no trips to the hospital! We are getting very close to full term now and I know we will all breathe a bit easier when that day comes! 

I'm still having Braxton Hicks contractions constantly. Still nothing regular enough to warrant a trip to the hospital, but definitely enough to feel like that moment could come at any time! 

With that in mind, plus the added worry of my continual spotting that seems to follow almost any kind of workout I do at crossfit, we've decided it's in my and the baby's best interest to truly let crossfit go until after she's here safe and sound. I plan on continuing to walk as much as I can, and I still have yoga also. Between that and the daily tasks I have taking care of an almost 30lb toddler, I feel like I'm doing enough. Keeping this girl in for the full 37-40 weeks is more important to me and my husband than my getting a crossfit WOD in 3 times a week. I can always go back to crossfit, and I fully intend on doing so. Plus, looking back, I'm pretty proud that I was able to do it for 33 weeks. My husband has been an amazing supporter and I know that was difficult for him. Our previous losses hit him pretty hard and when you throw in the mysterious threatened preterm labor we had with Elise, it's perfectly understandable that he is overly protective of me and any baby I'm carrying. But he was great this whole time and not only didn't ask me to stop, but really encouraged me to remain active and in constant communication with both my doctors to stay as healthy and active as I could, safely! 

Speaking of my husband, he left this week to begin his training in San Antonio. He was able to come visit this weekend and plans to do so again next weekend. It feels a little silly to say that we all got pretty bummed as he packed up and drove away, knowing he will be back in five days. But we do. To us, backing bags and saying goodbye to him pretty much always hurts, even if it's just a little bit. It's the same familiar sting that comes just before a big, long separation.  I know it kills my husband each time to have to say goodbye to our little girl, so I do my best to keep a smile on and do what I can to make our time together fun and memorable. After all, our time as a family of three is very quickly dwindling down to nothing.