The Baby keeps Growing...
We are officially into our 8th month of pregnancy (32 weeks for all of you detail hounds). The baby celebrated this milestone by having 15 minutes of uninterupted hiccups while I was desperately trying to fall asleep on Saturday night. Unlike the last time it had hiccups, this time didn't feel so gross and I actually laid there and enjoyed the sensation with a grin on my face. Ken was working night shift, but I darn near called my neighbor over to feel it, i know she would have gotten a giggle or two.
You haven't heard much complaining from my neck of the woods, mostly because I have been too distracted to blog about it. I have been terribly uncomfortable since a week before christmas but with all the distractions of the holidays I was able to ignore the pain and suffering for the most part. Now that we are back to our daily grind, I'm really starting to freak out. I want to do so many things but my body just won't allow it. I want to paint the baby's room, clean the house, shovel the driveway, go shopping, change lightbulbs, sort through baby clothes, get groceries, bend over- but my hips, pelvis, groin and legs scream out for mercy with every movement and my head bulges with pounding blood vessels everytime I bend over. Have I mentioned the constant and ever more intense, Braxton hicks contractions?? No, it ain't pretty. Since we had the last downfall of snow I've been feeling like a caged animal- it's horrible. I can't even walk down the street with the dog because it's too icy and I may fall and pull my OTHER groin.
My wonderful neighbor, Suz, (mentioned above) has offered, so generously, to take Paige for the evening so Ken and I can go out and do something. I'm giddy at the prospects!! Then on Friday it's Daycare- The FREEDOM, I can't believe it. I only have an appointment at the hospital booked but I can't tell you how excited I am just to get out of the house for a little while. Due to my limited mobility there isn't a whole lot I CAN do but even just sitting in a coffee shop, staring out the window would be a pleasure for me. I just have to keep telling myself that there is only 7 more weeks of this to go (at the MOST)...Then the Real fun starts... Click here to take a peek at the pregnancy countdown!
On the brighter side, I was able to sleep in our bed last night- as opposed to the inflatable mattress that I have been sleeping on for a week. The inflatable bed went from being soft as a heavenly cloud that supported my every swollen joint and muscle, to a back wrenching, contraction inducing torture device. Don't ask me what changed- but I laid down in our bed last night and slept like the DEAD, with the exception of my frequent toilet visits of course. Paige was up only once too which was a nice change.
Now that we have started our 8th month, my doctor has me getting weekly Non stress tests and ultrasounds every two weeks. I'm looking forward to them, and having a little more knowledge of what exactly this baby is doing in there. I imagine, if the child is anything like it's father there will be several cases of beer stacked against one wall of the placenta and the rest of the place will be littered with empties. Hence the hiccups on saturday night.
I can't wait,
Hugs and Babies,
~jen
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