As you may have noticed, I'm super behind on updating the blog. Part of the reason is that nothing much has changed, and I'm turning into a bit of a complain-y monster. That's why it has been about a month since I've updated you all on what's going on with the baby that's continually growing in size and punching my ribs.
That's right, my ribs. Last week I had a doctor's appointment, and one of my many complaints was soreness at the top of my belly. Dr. McDonald seems to think it's bruised ribs. So that's pretty cool that the baby can pack such a punch that she is bruising my ribs!
Aside from listing my complaints of aches and pains, the doctor's appointment was pretty uneventful. I weighed in as per usual, and the scale didn't break. Luckily I'm still right on track - haven't gained too much or too little. The doctor measured me and despite being at 32 weeks at the time, I measured at 33 inches. So it seems I caught up from being behind last time around.
Jeff wasn't able to make this visit, but as I said it wasn't that eventful. I got to hear that little heartbeat again, and it took her about a millisecond to find it. That was a relief, as even though I feel her kickboxing and punching my ribs on a daily basis, it's nice to hear that the heart is going strong and everything is OK in that realm.
I'll go back to see the doctor next Thursday (I'll be at 34 weeks) at which point we'll up those visits to once a week. Because oh my gosh we are so close...
That's right, as of tomorrow I'll be at 33 weeks. The magic number for the beginning of the 8 month was 32 weeks, so here I am already a week into my 8 month. Yesterday on the train I was chatting with my co-worker and got to loudly exclaim "Well, that's what happens when you're 8 months pregnant." After which a nice lady stood up for me. I should shout it at all times I suppose.
Complain-y monster
I feel like on the whole I haven't used this blog as a dumping ground, but I'm allowed to share my pain every once in a while, right? The other day a random stranger at the gym chatted me up about my pregnancy, and proclaimed that she just "loved" being pregnant. How nice for her.
Again, I believe that I'm pretty lucky that so far things haven't been too terrible, but here's what we're dealing with now.
- My friend heartburn is still rearing its ugly head at the most annoying times (like when I'm trying to sleep)
- I have a nagging pain in my upper back that I've tried to get checked out for weeks. Finally a physical therapist told me that my 9th rib is out of place and that's why I can't sit in one position for more than 30 minutes
- My right hip is also out of whack, which makes for a painful side
- I can't get comfortable while sleeping
- When I do get comfortable sleeping finally, I have to wake up and use the facilities at which point I have to haul myself out of bed and notice that the way I was sleeping probably damaged my neck/back/hips
- I'm a slow poke
- Despite feeling like a beached whale today, I STILL have people telling me on a regular basis that I don't look "that" big
- I started crying over a paint color in the Home Depot parking lot much to the shock and fear of my husband
Should I go on? Probably not.
I hate to complain because I feel very, very lucky that we are in this position. And we can't wait to meet our precious Baby Parker in just about 7 weeks (give or take). BUT, as far as enjoying being pregnant, can't say that's my thing.
Soon it may be time for another baby bump picture. Exciting, I know.
