Dairy and Delusions - 34 Weeks

I think I figrued out what was causing all the throwing up, although I had been starting to think it may be milk or some kind of dairy-related problem last week and I had cut back on the milk (which is painful, I love milk, it's my favorite beverage), Ian volunteered to make a blizzard run Sunday night, and I stupidly ate one. I'm a glutton for punishment I guess because low and behold, by Monday morning my stomach was in knots - you know the feeling where throwing up is actually appealing if only it would make the pain stop.

I had a doctor's appointment that day, so as the nurse was taking my blood pressure (which has been super, by the way) I asked if she'd ever heard of anyone developing lactose intolerance during pregnancy. You know what's awesome? When one of your health care providers acts like you're some kind of deranged idiot. She replied, "um, usually people know if they're lactose intolerant before that". Duh. My doctor wasn't really more helpful, just suggested I take some Pepcid before bed. See, I guess there are too many variables during pregnancy to really figure out this problem, which makes sense, but for the time being I'm staying away from milk and most other dairy products to be on the safe side. I don't think my calcium intake will be a problem thanks to the good people at TUMS.

Also, when they weighed me at the office I had lost four pounds from two weeks ago. Luckily they're not concened about that, the baby is doing fine and growing and everything, but I really don't know what I could do to gain weight. I'm not a small person, and I eat pretty much whatever I feel like, which is sufficient enough to be on the right track, so I just don't understand it.

And speaking of eating, the thing I'll probably miss most after graduating is the blueberry muffins they sell at the coffee stand on campus. Yum. But all the deadlines are rapidly approaching - both in school and with this pregnancy. Just fifteen days of class left - that's three weeks for those of you not counting down the days. I only wish I had that kind of certainty with the baby. Early this morning I woke up forone of my many nightly batrhoom trips, and in some crazy state between sleep and awake, I thought my water had broke. I am known for being a bit wacky when I've been asleep. Once when Ian was coming home late and I had been asleep, and I asked him where my brother was, because I thought he was with Ian. I also had a dream last night about nursing the baby, which was really nice. I still can't imagine what it will be like to actually meet this baby, this little piece of me and Ian. I can't wait to see what his personality will be like and what he looks like. I'm picturing brown eyes, a little bit of light brown hair, and a very round little face. But then, I have always been a sucker for men with brown eyes.