Third Trimester Blues - 32 Weeks
It snowed today. Not that any stuck around or anything, but it certainly made me long for the flip-flop weather of two weeks ago. Adding insult to injury, I grabbed my winter coat this morning and realized that it is no longer comfortable if I want it zipped up. Urgh. At least Ian's fits me... for now.
At my doctor's appointment this week, I had another sonongram to measure the amniotic fluid, which had decreased significantly since last time, which is good news. The downside to the doctor visits lately and having to deal with what may have been a problem is that since there are three doctors at this practice that would potentially be on call when I go into labor, I've been having to see a different doctor at each visit. They're all very nice, but I'm not really in the mood to play "Hi, my name is..." at this point, and honestly I don't think I'll care who's playing catch when the time comes.
But basically everything is going pretty well - aside from constantly feeling like I pulled both of my groin muscles and my mid-week puking sessions. Yeah, that's my latest trick. Aparently since I missed out on that whole morning-sickness thing, yes Alex, I'll take violent puking in the middle of the night during the thrid trimester for $500. And the answer is: these little red spots appear all over Kate's face after she's puked. What is bloken blood vessels? Yes! And you've won three days of applying concealer with a putty knife until those nasty little buggers fade away. But look on the bright side - everyone tells you how tan you look.
Guess who's had enough of being pregnant? I think I'm at this terrible point where I'm just very, very pregnant, but the end is nowhere in sight. In another three weeks I'm sure I'll see the light at the end of the tunnel. Until then, misery loves company - Peanut's got the hiccups, and from the feel of things, he's not enjoying them one bit - poor guy, I know how he feels.
At my doctor's appointment this week, I had another sonongram to measure the amniotic fluid, which had decreased significantly since last time, which is good news. The downside to the doctor visits lately and having to deal with what may have been a problem is that since there are three doctors at this practice that would potentially be on call when I go into labor, I've been having to see a different doctor at each visit. They're all very nice, but I'm not really in the mood to play "Hi, my name is..." at this point, and honestly I don't think I'll care who's playing catch when the time comes.
But basically everything is going pretty well - aside from constantly feeling like I pulled both of my groin muscles and my mid-week puking sessions. Yeah, that's my latest trick. Aparently since I missed out on that whole morning-sickness thing, yes Alex, I'll take violent puking in the middle of the night during the thrid trimester for $500. And the answer is: these little red spots appear all over Kate's face after she's puked. What is bloken blood vessels? Yes! And you've won three days of applying concealer with a putty knife until those nasty little buggers fade away. But look on the bright side - everyone tells you how tan you look.
Guess who's had enough of being pregnant? I think I'm at this terrible point where I'm just very, very pregnant, but the end is nowhere in sight. In another three weeks I'm sure I'll see the light at the end of the tunnel. Until then, misery loves company - Peanut's got the hiccups, and from the feel of things, he's not enjoying them one bit - poor guy, I know how he feels.
posted by Kate at 9:32 PM
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