Since I know you were all wondering, I will soon start posting pregnancy updates every 2 weeks. My stickers get closer together from here on out. ::insert smiley face::
The past 4 weeks have been fairly quiet. My doctor's appointment at 24 weeks (well, actually 25 weeks and 2 days) had them spouting that I was the "model of a good pregnancy." I'm not so sure about that, since I've definitely had my share of scares and bumps along the way, but it has been fairly smooth sailing lately. Thank God.
The worst thing lately has been the sleep. Or lack thereof. People tell me it's good practice for when the baby gets here. But I tend to think even babies sleep in longer than one hour increments! If it's not my restless legs, it's being thirsty or hungry, or itchy feet, or not being able to turn off my brain. I've always been a bit of an insomniac anyway, so not being able to get comfortable to sleep is just making it worse. And I know everyone keeps telling me to get a body pillow. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I just don't know how that is going to help. Because the biggest culprits in my lack o' sleep is being forced to sleep on my side (where my legs rebel against me) or thinking and worrying too much about stuff. No body pillow will fix that problem.
I'm sure you're keeping up with my nursery updates, so I won't bore you with any details here about those. (Stay tuned for more posts to come on that!) I've also been trying to keep up with my exercise. And by that I mean trying to take daily walks around the neighborhood and raking leaves. Never thought you'd hear me say I was raking, did ya? Just had to get to 7 months pregnant to feel motivated to tackle that, I suppose. One walk last week was made even better by the trash guy on the bulldozer smiling and waving at me while I walked past. I still got it.
Even at 25 pounds heavier than usual. (Roughly.)
And for the love of Ryan Reynolds, this having to pee every twenty minutes is beyond ridiculous.
Not to mention these giant boobs that now hurt almost every time I wear a bra with an underwire. I want my X cups back! (Yeah, not gonna just blatantly tell you my bra size on the InterGoogle. Sorry!) And then I got to take the glucose test yesterday. It was like a bar challenge to suck down that bottle of flat orange drink in under five minutes. No one ever told me there was a time limit! Thankfully, while it did make me feel a bit icky, I didn't have the "sugar crash" I had been warned about. Fingers crossed I passed so I don't have to do that crap again!
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