31 Days

My due date is one month from tomorrow. HOORAY.

The past two weeks have been extremely hard on me physically. I never imagined that the simple acts of moving around and going about my day would be so draining. The pain in my pelvis no longer just feels uncomforable. It feels broken. My broken pelvis. My roving tendonitis has popped up in my left arm, and it’s worse than any other tendonitis I have had before. And, I am sorry, but Tylenol sucks. I am up to four pepcid AC’s a day for heartburn. Four. Eating anything immediately makes me sick. And I have outgrown 75% of my maternity clothes. WOW BEING PREGNANT IS SO AWESOME. Don’t even get me started on the heat. Needless to say, I am pretty excited that my due date is only a month away. Also, despite all the crappiness of being pregnant, last week was actually a good week. At 35 weeks, my baby is much lower than my doctor was expecting when he checked at my appointment friday, and he told me that I am 50% effaced. Woooooo. I am crossing my fingers that she will come early. I also got a promotion last week, discovered (thanks Eva!) a new restaurant to eat lunch at downtown (panini w/melted goat and sheep cheese, avocado and pickles? YES please! Or, as Alana called it, “A Pregnant Woman’s Dream”), bought a fabulous pair of sunglasses at Nordstrom’s Anniversary Sale (the last thing I needed before Holland arrives. I am now officially ready, expensive accessories in place), Holland started getting the hiccups every single day (highly entertaining) and I started my birth class (also very entertaining and deserving of its own blog entry). Other noteworthy news items from the week of July 13-19 include Flea Infestation 2008 (I may blog about this fully later because it is actually pretty funny. And gross. We’ll see) and my mom managed to contract a staph infection (she also needs to sue her dermatologist, but that is just my opinion) and she almost burned the house down on Wednesday (thank GOD my brother happened to have come home sick that day.) Speaking of the house that almost burned down, that is precisely where I am moving to next weekend (I am eternally thankful that it is still standing). Back to Vancouver I go, with two cats and an almost-born baby in tow. I just hope I can make it through the next 31 days.