34 Weeks

Methinks we're getting closer. One day this week I had the first inklings that I might not make it to my due date, which lots of people have been saying for, well, months now. I just had this weird feeling that's hard to describe; as I told Mom, though, what do I know? I've never been 34 weeks pregnant before, so I don't know what I should be feeling right now.

What I am feeling, though, is PRESSURE. Lots of pelvic pressure. She's bearing down pretty hard, even though I'm still feeling her way up high in my diaphragm. It's downright painful in the pelvic area, though - I have a hard time walking most days. Not that my walking is pretty even when I feel good, though. I'm told I definitely am walking like a pregnant lady, and a quick glimpse in the mirror in the hall at work verified that the waddle is in full force and my back is arching in ways I never thought possible. Needless to say, too, then, my balance is a little off. I'm walking into doorframes more than normal and am depending on any available furniture items to get me where I'm going.

The itching persists. I don't know what to make of it, since the splotchy redness is gone but it still is as obnoxious as ever. I did discover a miraculous wonder called BioOil this week, which has made me much happier over the past couple of days. I take baths with the wonder oil and slather up afterward, which might actually be helping. One other - more unfortunate - discovery I made this week was.......a couple of stretch marks. *sigh* I thought at first that they were actually spots where I had bruised myself scratching myself....but no such luck. Sad times. These were my first, and I had actually been naive enough to think I might make it through this without any. Oh, well. No biggie.

Indigestion? Check. Newfound, strengthening friendship with Tums? Double check.

I'm very, very emotional. It doesn't take anything to make me cry, and once I start there's no stopping me.

I'm also getting anxious about stuff. I find myself wanting to get a sonogram at my appointment this week not just because I want to see her again, but because I'm getting plagued with the concern that something might be wrong with her. Rationally, I have no reason to think that; irrationally, though, having no reason to think that only opens up more possibilities. Something more to pray about.

I have also begun nesting. Officially. I want to turn my house upside down, shake it, and start over. The clutter is making me nuts. Neither Scott nor I are big on clutter anyway, so it's not like I'm inundated with it, but it's seriously making me crazy. Fortunately, Scott is understanding and even helps. Last night he put the crib together!

It looks so good, and now it's starting to look more like a nursery!


While he was working, I sat with him and watched. (Well, I helped a little. I held one of the sides up while he bolted them in place.) I took a couple of pictures of my warping and rolling belly. Here's a pretty good one:

That's her little butt! I've felt an elbow or a knee or a little foot moving here and there, too. Pretty amazing.

We have an appointment this week, at which we're planning on asking questions like, "Who do you want us to call when we have to head to the hospital?" and, "Is it too early to pack the hospital bag?" and, "How much do you think she weighs?" I'm also more than a little curious to see how much weight I've gained in the last two weeks!