We are in the middle of a record-setting heat wave here in PA. It's a nightmare for most people, but I'm told the elderly and preggers have it pretty bad right now. Oh, wait, that second part?... I can vouch for that.
My body temperature on its own is automatically 10 degrees warmer than my former "normal" temp would be in the past. The girl who once got chilly in anything lower than 70 degrees now sweats at anything above 60 degrees.
I wake up, make the bed, and am sweating.
I take a shower, dry off, get dressed, and am sweating.
I walk to the kitchen and sweat.
I can almost guarantee that, if at all possible, Baby Z's little brother or sister will NOT be born at the end of summer. Fall or Winter? Meh. Spring or early summer? Sure! August? You've got to be kidding me.
In other symptoms news... I can't sleep. Definitely not restfully at least, and most definitely not for longer than three hours at a time. Scott's been getting up at 3:30 a.m. for work now (groan) to beat the heat and I'm pretty much up for the day at that point as well.
I also can not get comfortable at all, no matter what I do... Standing makes my back and legs achy; Sitting has to be done in the goofiest position, with back far back, legs up if possible; and laying down is even difficult because of the baby's new movements.
My appetite has gone down a bit, but that's supposed to be normal at this point (especially with this heat, yuck!). At some point your body knows it has enough calories and doesn't need any more weight for the baby, so it's supposed to be OK.
Mentally, I'm incredibly excited and anxious. I want to meet and to hold the baby so much and get started on this journey as a mother, but then I start thinking about all of the last-minute things I need to do (finish our birthing classes, weekly doctor's visits now, packing a hospital bag, setting up the car seat, getting things ready for work while I'm on leave... ETC.) and it all makes me go crazy sometimes.
I am so happy though, really and truly. That's one constant of this whole pregnancy. I've got a constant companion who will be one of the loves of my life for many, many years. I love him already. Oh, and then there's Scott, my true companion and soulmate. He's been fantastic this whole time, working hard on house projects, dealing with 1,000 baby-related questions, helping with dinners, going along on doctor's appointments... the list just goes on and on. We're such a good team and I can't wait to see him hold his son.
And finally, there's babies everywhere! (Well, there will be!)
Our friend V. is about 14 weeks along and is doing great. We were so overjoyed to be told of their great news when they stopped here on their way to their new home in Texas.
And we just found out our friend J. is welcoming her second trimester. Hooray!
It's so wonderful to have a group around you that "gets" it and, of course, who are making baby playmates for your little one. :-)
Good luck to all my pregnant and new mommy friends out there. You're doing the best job out there, I think.
Wishing you love and cool temperatures. :-)
Showing posts with label Signs and symptoms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Signs and symptoms. Show all posts
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Passenger update -- Week 27
Holy canoli! 27 weeks already!
Welcome to my world of disbelief, where a 40-(ish)-week pregnancy has absolutely flown by so far.
Things are going very well -- I still feel great. Speaking of "feeling", the little man is moving ALL the time. Scott's felt him move twice now, including last night before bed and I can't tell you how big his eyes get or how happy he looks when that happens.
Certain things are getting harder to do...
Like stopping eating. haha. I'm heading to get my blood and glucose tests done and I can't have any big meal or any sugar (psh, what?!) so my stomach is ALREADY grumbly. It's going to be a long morning.
I can't put on socks or tie shoes without tilting my hips at such a weird angle to the side or practically rolling forward in a somersault.
Nothing non-maternity fits me. My regular (albeit larger) T-shirts look funny because they stick out a few inches at the bottom of my belly and barely make it to my pants.
The leg muscles continue, although they have improved after introducing even more potassium and calcium into my diet. (And insane amounts of fruit, too (my latest craving if you will)!)
Mood swings ? What mood swings?! Moving on...
Our little guy is doing great, too, it appears...
(From babycenter.com)
This week, your baby weighs almost 2 pounds (like a head of cauliflower) and is about 14 1/2 inches long with her legs extended. She's sleeping and waking at regular intervals, opening and closing her eyes, and perhaps even sucking her fingers. With more brain tissue developing, your baby's brain is very active now. While her lungs are still immature, they would be capable of functioning — with a lot of medical help — if she were to be born now. Chalk up any tiny rhythmic movements you may be feeling to a case of baby hiccups, which may be common from now on. Each episode usually lasts only a few moments, and they don't bother her, so just relax and enjoy the tickle.
(From whattoexpect.com)
Your Baby in Week 27 of Pregnancy
For a baby, it's time to trade in the old crown-to-rump measurement for a new head-to-toe standard. So what are your baby’s stats this week (which, coincidentally, is the end of the second trimester)? Fifteen inches — more than a foot long — and triple (or even quadruple) what it was in week 12. His weight is creeping up the charts as well, coming in at just over two pounds. More big news: Your baby may recognize your voice by now, so feel free to serenade your belly (start learning those lullabies!).
I'm so proud of my little cauliflower and hope he continues to do well. I can't wait to meet him.
PS -- Scott keeps promising to do the blog post about why we chose Little Man's name, so keep patient, we've been really busy lately.
We're off to NJ for a weekend !
Welcome to my world of disbelief, where a 40-(ish)-week pregnancy has absolutely flown by so far.
Things are going very well -- I still feel great. Speaking of "feeling", the little man is moving ALL the time. Scott's felt him move twice now, including last night before bed and I can't tell you how big his eyes get or how happy he looks when that happens.
Certain things are getting harder to do...
Like stopping eating. haha. I'm heading to get my blood and glucose tests done and I can't have any big meal or any sugar (psh, what?!) so my stomach is ALREADY grumbly. It's going to be a long morning.
I can't put on socks or tie shoes without tilting my hips at such a weird angle to the side or practically rolling forward in a somersault.
Nothing non-maternity fits me. My regular (albeit larger) T-shirts look funny because they stick out a few inches at the bottom of my belly and barely make it to my pants.
The leg muscles continue, although they have improved after introducing even more potassium and calcium into my diet. (And insane amounts of fruit, too (my latest craving if you will)!)
Mood swings ? What mood swings?! Moving on...
Our little guy is doing great, too, it appears...
(From babycenter.com)
This week, your baby weighs almost 2 pounds (like a head of cauliflower) and is about 14 1/2 inches long with her legs extended. She's sleeping and waking at regular intervals, opening and closing her eyes, and perhaps even sucking her fingers. With more brain tissue developing, your baby's brain is very active now. While her lungs are still immature, they would be capable of functioning — with a lot of medical help — if she were to be born now. Chalk up any tiny rhythmic movements you may be feeling to a case of baby hiccups, which may be common from now on. Each episode usually lasts only a few moments, and they don't bother her, so just relax and enjoy the tickle.
(From whattoexpect.com)
Your Baby in Week 27 of Pregnancy
For a baby, it's time to trade in the old crown-to-rump measurement for a new head-to-toe standard. So what are your baby’s stats this week (which, coincidentally, is the end of the second trimester)? Fifteen inches — more than a foot long — and triple (or even quadruple) what it was in week 12. His weight is creeping up the charts as well, coming in at just over two pounds. More big news: Your baby may recognize your voice by now, so feel free to serenade your belly (start learning those lullabies!).
I'm so proud of my little cauliflower and hope he continues to do well. I can't wait to meet him.
PS -- Scott keeps promising to do the blog post about why we chose Little Man's name, so keep patient, we've been really busy lately.
We're off to NJ for a weekend !
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Belly Laughs... and belly laughs
My friend Julie let me borrow her book Belly Laughs back in December when she and her husband Mike first learned about Baby Z2B.
Belly Laughs is a must, Julie said about Jenny McCarthy's hysterical look into the truth about pregnancy.
I have read it in bits and pieces as I get a few lounging minutes on the couch these past few months. Last night, I read the last half of it in one sitting as Scott napped near me.
To say it was funny would be an understatement; as would be saying it's brutally honest.
It's like a collection of inside jokes that you just "get" and only get to share with the women who were there. I mean... blue twinkies?! (Google it if you're desperate and/or pregnant. Ignore it if you are wise and unwed). And Julie, we are soooo talking about poop one of these days.
I most especially loved hearing her perspective about labor and her delivery day -- a tough one to be sure, with some scary moments. But at the end of the book, it was just pure love and joy over what she called the best job of all: mommyhood.
I HIGHLY recommend this book to any soon-to-be mommy.
Ohhhh the chapters I could add.
Like the one about how belly laughs are absolutely different when when you're five months pregnant. You try holding it in on the phone with a friend because a hardcore, all-out laugh sends 23 different organs in various directions and makes baby decide to start training for a marathon.
Then there would be MANY chapters about "down there" and how I can't even see it anymore when I stand up. I'm lucky that I can still shave up to about my knees... but only if I take breaks every 30 seconds in the shower.
You've heard about the cravings before.
They've increased. In volume and absurdity. Tuna sounds amazing right now, straight out of the can. Also, a root beer float. And a steak. Last weekend, I swerved across traffic and waited in the drive-thru line for 20 minutes so that I could get a Sausage McMuffin and an orange juice. My first desired thing of orange juice in my entire life. Now it's all I want to drink.
Then there's the emotions. Compared to other stories I've heard and witnessed, I'm not doing so badly in this department, especially considering the fact that I am usually a very emotional, sensitive person. I'm OK now, just don't mess with my schedule or my food supply. And please don't put a sad commercial on TV. (And by sad I include beer commercials, dandruff ads and Sandals Resorts promos.)
Then there are the negatives... like the spastic muscle cramps and aches I felt up and down my legs last night... when I woke up every hour. I have a footstool at my desk that is my lifesaver, and luckily I don't have to do too much walking around for my job.
All in all, it would be an interesting book.
There are a few chapters that I don't think would make it to print.
But if I could express this whole experience in just a few words, it would be simple: I love it. Every aching muscle and unsatisfied craving that brings me to tears of frustration. I love becoming a mother a little more day by day and I can't stop daydreaming about the handsome son nestled up in a warm safe place that's always close to me.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Blame the bread on the baby
I thought I would dedicate a post to my cravings with pretty much all food and my desire to keep Scott running to the grocery store several times a week for "emergencies" -- like a shortage of vanilla pudding.
First of all, yes, I realize I am like a scene out of Baby Mama and that yes, whatever I eat, the baby eats. Can I say that these choices are not necessarily my decision? It's like some crazy alien has wiggled its way into my body and is sending chemical messages to my brain about Fruity Pebbles.
Wait, that did happen.
And I am eating Fruity Pebbles right now. Eeeeeks!
Most days begin with 2-4 bowls (I am so serious) of Fruity Pebbles, Cocoa Pebbles or Cocoa Puffs. Don't judge. Gone are the days of Cheerios and Fiber One cereal. Baby no like-y.
I have one mid-morning snack -- pudding, Fig Newtons, etc.
Lunch follows and is more moderately-sized than breakfast and really depends on what we have in the fridge or where I'm at at that time for work.
There are usually two small snacks before dinner, which Scott is in charge of. (That means me and baby don't get much say at this meal but usually eat pretty healthy).
One more snack (Fig Newtons or M&Ms usually) and to bed we go.
I also am drinking water constantly -- about 60 ounces in your average day, plus a glass of fruit juice in the morning and my one soda per day (Doctor said I could!).
Likes: salad, some vegetables (cauliflower, carrots, beets, spinach...), tart Granny Smith apples, Fig Newtons, vanilla pudding, pizza, mozzarella sticks (OK, ANYTHING Italian), eggs, chicken, spicy food and much more.
Oh, and the pickles. Yes, I am THAT pregnant woman. I am down to the last bit of my THIRD jar of pickles since Sunday, juice and all. Heinz 57 hamburger dill pickle chips to be exact.
Dislikes: All other meat (turkey, red meat, hamburgers especially), anything with onions, candy, ice cream, cheese.
I eat about every 90 minutes to two hours and don't remember the last time I felt full, haha.
I read in one of my mommy-to-be books that starting at about this time, the baby starts building a preference for his or her foods based upon what they get through you. Time to cut out the Fruity Pebbles? Hmrph.
We'll see.
First of all, yes, I realize I am like a scene out of Baby Mama and that yes, whatever I eat, the baby eats. Can I say that these choices are not necessarily my decision? It's like some crazy alien has wiggled its way into my body and is sending chemical messages to my brain about Fruity Pebbles.
Wait, that did happen.
And I am eating Fruity Pebbles right now. Eeeeeks!
Most days begin with 2-4 bowls (I am so serious) of Fruity Pebbles, Cocoa Pebbles or Cocoa Puffs. Don't judge. Gone are the days of Cheerios and Fiber One cereal. Baby no like-y.
I have one mid-morning snack -- pudding, Fig Newtons, etc.
Lunch follows and is more moderately-sized than breakfast and really depends on what we have in the fridge or where I'm at at that time for work.
There are usually two small snacks before dinner, which Scott is in charge of. (That means me and baby don't get much say at this meal but usually eat pretty healthy).
One more snack (Fig Newtons or M&Ms usually) and to bed we go.
I also am drinking water constantly -- about 60 ounces in your average day, plus a glass of fruit juice in the morning and my one soda per day (Doctor said I could!).
Likes: salad, some vegetables (cauliflower, carrots, beets, spinach...), tart Granny Smith apples, Fig Newtons, vanilla pudding, pizza, mozzarella sticks (OK, ANYTHING Italian), eggs, chicken, spicy food and much more.
Oh, and the pickles. Yes, I am THAT pregnant woman. I am down to the last bit of my THIRD jar of pickles since Sunday, juice and all. Heinz 57 hamburger dill pickle chips to be exact.
Dislikes: All other meat (turkey, red meat, hamburgers especially), anything with onions, candy, ice cream, cheese.
I eat about every 90 minutes to two hours and don't remember the last time I felt full, haha.
I read in one of my mommy-to-be books that starting at about this time, the baby starts building a preference for his or her foods based upon what they get through you. Time to cut out the Fruity Pebbles? Hmrph.
We'll see.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Old wives' tales
There are soooo many old wives' tales out there about pregnancy and conception in general, but that's nothing compared to the OWT's about what gender your baby may or may not be.
I decided to take some of the most common ones and answer them (with the help of Scott) so that in a few weeks we can see just how accurate they are.
Where are you carrying?
Most Web sites agree that if you're carrying high, it's a girl and if you're carrying low it's all boy. I've just recently started to expand to a nice round belly, so I don't know if we're far enough along to judge this one, but Scott says I'm carrying low.
Boy:1 Girl: 0
What are you craving?
OWT's insist that a mother-to-be who craves sweets is having a girl while craving sour things means it's a boy. This one's complicated. I survived my first trimester sucking on sour Jolly Ranchers, but I HAVE to have two or three cookies 'n' creme milkshakes a week (I'm having one right now), plus I go through a giant bag of M&Ms each week. But in general, I'm craving spicy foods, believe it or not. We might just get some hot wings tonight. Scott says more sour than sweet, so we're going with boy on this one.
Boy: 2 Girl: 0
Thumper
Most OWT's agree that if the baby's heartbeat is 140 or below, it's a boy while if it's 141 and above, it's a girl.
Our baby's little thump-thump has been consistently in the 150s these past couple of months.
Boy: 2 Girl: 1
How you lookin?
This one made me crack up. Apparently, if you're having a girl, the baby "steals" all of your beauty, giving you dull hair, acne and other "bleh" moments while women carrying boys tend to have more of that motherly glow.
Scott told me I looked beautiful (aww) but I feel soooo not pretty lately. I'm going girl on this one.
Boy: 2 Girl: 2
Where's the baby fat?
OWT's say that women carrying a boy carry it all in the belly while girl babies spread the wealth all over the body, to the hips and other areas. I'm all belly so far.
Boy: 3 Girl: 2
Chinese gender predictor test
If you google a chinese gender predictor test, you'll find out that someone (I don't know, like me, hypothetically?) that was 25 years old when they conceived and did said conception in the month of November that the baby will be a boy.
I've heard another one, however, that said if the mother's age and the year are both odd or even (25, 2009) it will be a girl.
One each.
Boy: 4 Girl: 3
Swing round and round?
This one was fun. You take a string (some sites insist it MUST have the mother's wedding ring attached) and hold it over the mother's belly. If it goes side-to-side, it's a girly girl on the way. If the string goes in circles, it's a baby boy. Ours most definitely went side to side.
Boy: 4 Girl: 4
Well, wouldn't you know? All tied up.
What do you think? Have you seen me devouring huge amounts of sweets lately? Do I look like a watermelon or basketball? Do you have a gut feeling about buying some pink onesies in a month or two?
For all you moms -- did your pregnancy follow the old wives' tales? More importantly, how was your mother's intuition? (I've heard it's right in 70 percent of women).
Pink or blue? Guess we'll find out for sure in TWO weeks!!!
I decided to take some of the most common ones and answer them (with the help of Scott) so that in a few weeks we can see just how accurate they are.
Where are you carrying?
Most Web sites agree that if you're carrying high, it's a girl and if you're carrying low it's all boy. I've just recently started to expand to a nice round belly, so I don't know if we're far enough along to judge this one, but Scott says I'm carrying low.
Boy:1 Girl: 0
What are you craving?
OWT's insist that a mother-to-be who craves sweets is having a girl while craving sour things means it's a boy. This one's complicated. I survived my first trimester sucking on sour Jolly Ranchers, but I HAVE to have two or three cookies 'n' creme milkshakes a week (I'm having one right now), plus I go through a giant bag of M&Ms each week. But in general, I'm craving spicy foods, believe it or not. We might just get some hot wings tonight. Scott says more sour than sweet, so we're going with boy on this one.
Boy: 2 Girl: 0
Thumper
Most OWT's agree that if the baby's heartbeat is 140 or below, it's a boy while if it's 141 and above, it's a girl.
Our baby's little thump-thump has been consistently in the 150s these past couple of months.
Boy: 2 Girl: 1
How you lookin?
This one made me crack up. Apparently, if you're having a girl, the baby "steals" all of your beauty, giving you dull hair, acne and other "bleh" moments while women carrying boys tend to have more of that motherly glow.
Scott told me I looked beautiful (aww) but I feel soooo not pretty lately. I'm going girl on this one.
Boy: 2 Girl: 2
Where's the baby fat?
OWT's say that women carrying a boy carry it all in the belly while girl babies spread the wealth all over the body, to the hips and other areas. I'm all belly so far.
Boy: 3 Girl: 2
Chinese gender predictor test
If you google a chinese gender predictor test, you'll find out that someone (I don't know, like me, hypothetically?) that was 25 years old when they conceived and did said conception in the month of November that the baby will be a boy.
I've heard another one, however, that said if the mother's age and the year are both odd or even (25, 2009) it will be a girl.
One each.
Boy: 4 Girl: 3
Swing round and round?
This one was fun. You take a string (some sites insist it MUST have the mother's wedding ring attached) and hold it over the mother's belly. If it goes side-to-side, it's a girly girl on the way. If the string goes in circles, it's a baby boy. Ours most definitely went side to side.
Boy: 4 Girl: 4
Well, wouldn't you know? All tied up.
What do you think? Have you seen me devouring huge amounts of sweets lately? Do I look like a watermelon or basketball? Do you have a gut feeling about buying some pink onesies in a month or two?
For all you moms -- did your pregnancy follow the old wives' tales? More importantly, how was your mother's intuition? (I've heard it's right in 70 percent of women).
Pink or blue? Guess we'll find out for sure in TWO weeks!!!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Baby Z hijacked my face.
Let's again reiterate how much I love Little Baby Z.
HOWEVER.
Baby has stolen my smooth skin and replaced it with a Connect-the-Dots display of pimples not matched since my yearbook photo from freshman year of high school. That was more than 10 years ago, people!
In the first couple of weeks of pregnancy, I noticed an increase in pimples. Nothing major. Just a dot here, then a dot there a week later.
I had somehow tricked or lied to myself about how pregnant women get this beautiful glow, with radiant, CLEAR skin during their 9 months of baby-forming.
My books and sources online tell me for some women it's quite the opposite. Yes, I am of THAT lucky percentage. The ones who make a mad dash back to puberty, wondering if they'll have a date to the prom.
I've got a prom date for sure, but mostly because he's just stuck with me, even if I grow another eyeball or an extra limb at this point.
But I'm suffering in the self-esteem department.
My clothes don't fit and I've clearly "popped" or begun showing, but it's still too early that I'm not running around telling the world and I'm certainly not being asked by the fellas at work events and commissioners' meetings.
I can hide behind larger sweaters (which aren't as large anymore) but short of putting a paper bag over my head, I can not hide this pregnancy symptom.
My make-up routine, typically consisting of blush and mascara, now NEEDS concealer (more connect-the-dots) and foundation.
I can't change skin care products because several of them (take note, my one-day-you'll-be-pregnant friends) are no good for pregnant ladies due to the chemicals in them.
So I will smile, keep my hands off and my eyes away and will continue to remind myself that it is for the most amazing of rewards.
A reward that will have the smoothest, softest skin anywhere. :-)
HOWEVER.
Baby has stolen my smooth skin and replaced it with a Connect-the-Dots display of pimples not matched since my yearbook photo from freshman year of high school. That was more than 10 years ago, people!
In the first couple of weeks of pregnancy, I noticed an increase in pimples. Nothing major. Just a dot here, then a dot there a week later.
I had somehow tricked or lied to myself about how pregnant women get this beautiful glow, with radiant, CLEAR skin during their 9 months of baby-forming.
My books and sources online tell me for some women it's quite the opposite. Yes, I am of THAT lucky percentage. The ones who make a mad dash back to puberty, wondering if they'll have a date to the prom.
I've got a prom date for sure, but mostly because he's just stuck with me, even if I grow another eyeball or an extra limb at this point.
But I'm suffering in the self-esteem department.
My clothes don't fit and I've clearly "popped" or begun showing, but it's still too early that I'm not running around telling the world and I'm certainly not being asked by the fellas at work events and commissioners' meetings.
I can hide behind larger sweaters (which aren't as large anymore) but short of putting a paper bag over my head, I can not hide this pregnancy symptom.
My make-up routine, typically consisting of blush and mascara, now NEEDS concealer (more connect-the-dots) and foundation.
I can't change skin care products because several of them (take note, my one-day-you'll-be-pregnant friends) are no good for pregnant ladies due to the chemicals in them.
So I will smile, keep my hands off and my eyes away and will continue to remind myself that it is for the most amazing of rewards.
A reward that will have the smoothest, softest skin anywhere. :-)
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Countdown to Trimester Two
It's more exciting than Christmas, far more special than my birthday... it's almost time for the second trimester -- the time where babies are significantly safer, odds are in your favor and pregnant women (typically) feel like a human being again.
I can't wait. (This is an understatement)
I promise to never rush another part of my pregnancy. (This might be a lie, given what I've seen at the end of loved one's pregnancies... yes, Julie, I'm referring to witnessing first hand your difficult time with complications, swollen feet and discomfort).
I am starting to feel remarkably better.
I don't feel the need for a nap every three hours, although I still am getting 10 hours of sleep. Please remember that those 10 hours are interrupted by pee breaks, friends.
My appetite has gotten better. As in I don't run out of the room EVERY time Scott opens the refrigerator. I've been eating pretty well for the last week or so. It's still not really consistent. One day, I can't stop eating. The next day, I'm good at the bare minimum. (Worried loved ones, I am eating well though, girl scout's honor!)
While the weird aches, pains and yes, squeezes in parts of my body haven't gone away, I think I've become better adjusted to them. I complain about the boob soreness, but c'mon, what flat-chested girl doesn't love buying new bras because the old ones are too small???
It's comforting to compare weird symptoms with women who really are in the same boat as me. On my favorite Web site currently, www.thebump.com, there is a specific forum board for women who are due in August of this year. Our birth month board has more posts and views than any other birth month and one of the women has even created a chatroom that we can visit 24 hours a day. It's calmed me down on more than one hectic occasion.
MOST importantly, however, I'm just happy that we've made it this far with no problems or issues. I'll take a month's worth of constipation (oh yes, I am SO serious) if it means that Little Baby Z is growing right on schedule. As long as he or she doesn't grow an attitude or Pennsylvania accent. :-)
I can't wait. (This is an understatement)
I promise to never rush another part of my pregnancy. (This might be a lie, given what I've seen at the end of loved one's pregnancies... yes, Julie, I'm referring to witnessing first hand your difficult time with complications, swollen feet and discomfort).
I am starting to feel remarkably better.
I don't feel the need for a nap every three hours, although I still am getting 10 hours of sleep. Please remember that those 10 hours are interrupted by pee breaks, friends.
My appetite has gotten better. As in I don't run out of the room EVERY time Scott opens the refrigerator. I've been eating pretty well for the last week or so. It's still not really consistent. One day, I can't stop eating. The next day, I'm good at the bare minimum. (Worried loved ones, I am eating well though, girl scout's honor!)
While the weird aches, pains and yes, squeezes in parts of my body haven't gone away, I think I've become better adjusted to them. I complain about the boob soreness, but c'mon, what flat-chested girl doesn't love buying new bras because the old ones are too small???
It's comforting to compare weird symptoms with women who really are in the same boat as me. On my favorite Web site currently, www.thebump.com, there is a specific forum board for women who are due in August of this year. Our birth month board has more posts and views than any other birth month and one of the women has even created a chatroom that we can visit 24 hours a day. It's calmed me down on more than one hectic occasion.
MOST importantly, however, I'm just happy that we've made it this far with no problems or issues. I'll take a month's worth of constipation (oh yes, I am SO serious) if it means that Little Baby Z is growing right on schedule. As long as he or she doesn't grow an attitude or Pennsylvania accent. :-)
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