I'm tired.

I'm tired of being pregnant.

I'm tired of being HUGE.

I'm tired of other people's opinions, whether they meant well or not.

I'm tired of WAITING.

I'm tired of my back hurting.



Other than that, life is good. The weather has been nice, and I've been able to sleep relatively well. I really am ready to meet Bob, but he's making it difficult.

He hasn't turned yet, and if he doesn't turn soon he will be a breech baby. If he does indeed decide he's perfectly happy right smack where he is, we have two options - the doc can perform and External Cephalic Version on my poor, unsuspecting belly and try to get the kid to MOVE ALREADY! Or, we can schedule a c-section and get the uncooperative bugger out. They won't do vaginal breech births at my hospital, and for that I am grateful. It seems like an unnecessary risk for the baby and a whole lot more difficult delivery for the mom.

I have officially stopped talking about it. I get entirely too many unsolicited opinions, and I'm DONE.

I have a doc appointment tomorrow and we'll see what's up and progress from there. One way or another, I'm having a BABY sometime in the next month! DUDE!

For the record -

The more people suggest baby names to me, the more insecure I get that they will hate the name we ultimately choose.

Choosing your child's name is a personal and important thing. No one else gets a say.

Thirty Four weeks, three days.

Life continues to be good. Bob is a squirmy little guy, and as uncomfortable as his gymnastics can be, I like to know he's seemingly healthy and active.

I have a little less than six weeks til my due date, and I am READY. For the last few weeks I've been dealing with what I believe is a pinched nerve problem. Suddenly and completely without warning, my entire right side will go all hot and tingly and numb-ish, and it feels like I'm breathing in hot air,but only on the right side of my mouth - the whole things lasts about two minutes, then goes away as quickly as it came on. Really unpleasant.

I believe the kid is sitting on something he shouldn't, and my suspicions are unfortunately being confirmed almost daily (and several times daily) as he gets bigger. So, the logical conclusion is that this will happen way more often over the next six weeks. Awesome.

I'm going to talk to my doc again (the first time I mentioned it, she kind of looked at me like I was crazy) and see what can be done about this, if anything.

Anyway, I'm ready for Bob's arrival.







Maybe I'll take a belly pic today. We'll see.

Uffda.

I told you my belly was taking over the world.

My three lovely friends (Jenn, Barb and Corina) threw me a shower yesterday. It was my first shower ever, and I have to say - cake and presents and sniffing chocolate bars in diapers? My idea of a good time.

I'll post pictures and more details later. Until then, THANK YOU, GIRLS!