Which, in all the excitement of what shall go down in our family annals as The Great Flood of March 2008, I nearly forgot to record.
- I am 30 weeks along today. If the Girl Bean were born seven weeks from today, she’d be full term. Scary. But exciting.
- My weight gain overall is pretty good (i.e. not too little and not too much) but very erratic: during one of the 4-week periods between checkups I gained 10 pounds after hardly gaining anything before, then for weeks afterwards, and over the last two weeks I gained 4 pounds (once again after hardly gaining any weight during the preceding 2 weeks). I didn’t notice eating very differently though I do occasionally feel a kind of desperate hunger that I’m not used to. My doctor said not to worry since overall, my weight is good, and my lab results and blood pressure are fine too. But to be on the safe side I’m trying to be more conscious of what I eat. And I may break down and finally buy a bathroom scale, which is something I have never owned before.
- Round ligament pain: it comes and goes. Problem is that the Girl Bean is lying horizontally across my midsection and has a tendency to rest her legs on a round ligament in my right abdomen. Which is really painful. I can’t walk much, which is a shame because where we now live is a great place for long-long walks. I guess I’ll just wait for Girl Bean to come out and be carrier-portable or strollerable.
- Suppressed immune system: yes (and by the way, I’m amazed at how many of the bloggers I’ve been following off and on throughout the years are pregnant or just had a baby. Too many to make a quick list.). I had the worst cold of my whole life this winter. I thought I wouldn’t survive it. Because of course another side effect of pregnancy is increased blood flow to your mucous membranes, including the inside of your nose. So for those of us who have a stuffy nose as of the third month of pregnancy, a cold is just ten times as bad as usual.
- The baby moving: awesome. All of the above doesn’t matter so much because she does. A lot. Sometimes it’s a little strange, like when she stomps her foot at the tender area that used to be my belly button. And I love how taken her father is with these signs of her existence.
- Not being able to bend down without huffing and puffing and contorting myself in strange ways to pick stuff up: I try to milk that as much as possible.
- Not being able to get out of bed in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom (I need to, pretty regularly) without huffing and puffing and using my arms in all kinds of strange ways: noisy. Although… since my bed-mate is partially responsible for my condition, I’m also not as careful as I could be.
- Attention from people just because I have a big belly: love it.
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