So, I’m over this whole pregnancy thing. There are not many pleasant things about being 8 months pregnant, but I tried to think of at least one last night. And the one that made me feel the best is the fact that I’m no longer vomiting every morning. That’s optimistic, right? Well, guess where my Rice Krispies ended up halfway through breakfast. I’ll give you a hint: NOT IN MY STOMACH.
I’ve also had this pulled groin/hamstring combo going on for over a week now. I have no idea how it happened, but it isn’t healing. Apparently, weighing 25 more pounds than you’re supposed to, and gaining more everyday, isn’t conducive to that sort of thing.
The heartburn is worse this time around too. The wives’ tales say you get heartburn when you’re having a girl or a baby with a lot of hair. Anna must have an afro.
I’m due in 8 weeks, which feels like an eternity. Over the weekend I had a couple of signs of preterm labor, but they were the kind of signs that can mean a lot of things. I called the nurse, just to be reassured, and she said I could just be dehydrated or have a bladder infection. She told me to not worry about it unless the symptoms got worse or more obvious labor symptoms, like Anna’s head poking out, developed. The symptoms didn’t last all day, but they have been coming and going since Saturday morning. Selfishly, I would love to have Anna today, but, that’s obviously not best for her. She can come in 5 weeks and still be considered term. So, think 5, everybody.
I’ll post 32 week pictures later…