I have not been good at keeping this up to date and I blame the holidays for everything. I will officially be 34 weeks tomorrow and am freaking out that we could have a full term baby in three weeks! We are almost prepared. His room is coming along, the furniture is in and it is starting to look like a baby's room. I will be sure to get a picture in the next week or so.
Mike is finishing up in Shamokin. Next week will be his last week and I can't wait! He can't either.
I just want to add a little of how I have been feeling. I am so uncomfortable I don't know what to do. I had maintained my weight throughout this entire pregnancy with just three pounds a month. My friends that gained a lot of weight hated that I was gaining so little and I was told constantly that I was "So small." I felt that I was huge and couldn't figure out what everyone was talking about with the discomfort and the heartburn and the lack of sleep at night until December. I had an appointment on Dec 3, I had gained my usual weight of three pounds and was feeling OK. Starting to feel uncomfortable, but still OK. As the days went by I started to feel bloated and heavy. My maternity clothes didn't fit right and my face was starting to be squishy and rounder than normal. I joked that I was gaining five pounds a day. My next appointment was for Dec 24th, three weeks from my last appt. Mike was home for Christmas and came with me. I strutted onto that scale, but still made Mike turn his head. He doesn't need to know everything. The nurse showed me the difference and I about died...9 pounds in three weeks! I understand that for some people that is still not a lot, but I was starting to be proud pf my 3. My doctor laughed at me and assured me that I was finally just catching up and everything was normal and healthy and blah blah blah. So today, one day shy of 34 weeks and due to go back to the Dr. next Friday, I am bigger than I have ever been in my life. My legs are like tree trunks and I am fully aware of heartburn, discomfort and sleepless nights.
I had Mike take a picture of me on Christmas Eve and it is by far my worst. The camera died right after this shot and so it is the only one I have. I recently (ten minutes ago) sent it to my mom while I was on the phone with her and she laughed, out loud. I hate it and I am huge, but then again, I am pregnant and am going to have a baby in 6 short weeks.
I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and that you have a healthy and happy New Year.
More later...
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