See, here we are again with veggie size issues, just like the sweet potato did to us earlier. Call me "crazy", but I'm quite certain that this cucumber is smaller than the eggplant was at week 25. And there is no way in hell this thing weighs 2.5 lbs. My guess is the app is referring to the length of the cucumber, rather than the weight.
And that presents another issue all together...my cucumber isn't 15 inches long, it's 9.5 inches, because I wasn't about to be the pregnant chick raising eyebrows at the grocery store by whipping out my tape measure on the cucumbers.
That would be weird.
I found both these regular cucumbers and some super long fancy gourmet cucumbers, but the fancy ones looked too long (and cost about four times as much), so I took my chances on the regular one.
I'm now officially in the third trimester with 13 weeks to go! After 28 weeks (next week), if Kylie were to be born she would have a 95% chance of survival. That sure brings a sense of relief!
Not that I am planning an early arrival, as she needs to bake a while longer, but it sure is nice to know our baby has a fighting chance at this point.
I feel accomplished.
Rest assured, Kylie won't get her eviction notice for another 12 weeks and then she will have 7 days to vacate the premises or risk being forcibly removed.
Hopefully, she will comply.
As for the pregnancy itself, here is an overall update to cap off the second trimester:
At 27 weeks I feel about like this:
And yes, I realize I will only get bigger over the next 13 weeks, but it's all for a good cause, so it's cool. A girl I work with stopped by my office last week just to tell me she thinks I'm a really beautiful pregnant lady and she wanted me to know.
Score a couple of points for her! That was super nice and made me feel less like Jabba the Hut and more like a glowing mommy-to-be.
My feet swell from time to time, but not every day. I can and do still make my 2 mile walk as long as there is a bathroom break at the 1 mile mark. Robert and I are doing Race for the Cure in 2 weeks. I'll be 29 weeks at that point! We're just doing the 1K dog walk, or "Bark for the Cure" component of the race, not the 5K.
Sleeping is becoming increasingly difficult. It would be easier if I could find a comfortable position and be able to stay there, but Kylie likes to have dance parties on my bladder during the night, so I rarely make it more than 1.5 - 2 hours without a trip to the loo.
My main craving for the past couple of months has been intensely focused on white cake with white icing. I bake a cake from time to time just to have some around for first breakfast. This has not been a good thing for Robert. I'm trying to control myself for his sake, but sometimes it's hard! Those of you closest to me know that I've never even come close to being a sweet eater, so for me this is an unusual craving.
My nesting instinct is starting to kick in. Thank God!
As for aches and pains, I have just one painful spot directly below my ribs on the right side. I've had a pain there that comes and goes and seems to be aggravated by sitting, but it mostly goes away while standing. Sometimes it's really intense, other times a mere dull ache. The doctor isn't sure whether it's a swollen or out of place rib or a gall bladder issue.
I vote "rib".
The biggest challenge I currently have is getting out of the bathtub after a nice long soak. Previously my challenge was painting my toes, but I had to give that up over a month ago. I'm not ready to give up the bathtub just yet, so we may have to rig up a lift of some sort.
I'm kind of kidding.
As my grandmother would say, "That's all I know that's fit to print." So, as a parting gift, here is a picture of my delightful husband with the cucumber.
Gotta love that Robert! ;)