Musings on the Weekly Photo: Is that a cantaloupe or a baby? I'm sure you can imagine that if I were to go full-term, it would look like I stuffed a beach ball up my shirt!
Marination Time: 33 weeks
Weight Gain: Net (+14) as of today (part of my vitals are daily weights.) At least I'm not losing anymore!
Belly Button Watch: Still an innie! Kind of. But definitely not an outie!
Maternity Clothes: Umm, yeah. I don't really get "dressed" each day. Yoga pants and tank tops it is!
Fruit of the Week: I do believe we are now a honeydew! Most honeydews I've seen are smaller than squash, but whatever.
Name: We officially have two names (both first and middle) for each sex. Hurrah! Yes, we're still keeping them a secret. No, I'm not telling you.
Gender: Team Green
Movement: Depends on the day and the time of day, but bebe is still super-duper active.
Cravings/Aversions: I definitely still crave fruit and I definitely am back to being turned off by poultry.
Annoyances: Hello, third trimester hormone surge! I can cry at the drop of a hat and have an irrational desire to throw temper-tantrums over non-consequential things. Example: Last night my nurses took WAY too long to refill my water pitchers (we're talking hours, not minutes - I wasn't being that ridiculous) and I almost threw my empty pitcher down the hallway. I was also tempted to stomp my preggo, bed-ridden butt down the hallway to get my own damned water. I was so incredibly pissed that as soon as Mike showed up, I burst into tears. I know a lot of my reaction is partly to blame on hormones and partly due to being sick of being in the hospital, but I just want to go back to doing things for myself! Oh, and don't forget the return of the morning sickness, now complete with vertigo. Blech.
Highlights of the Week: I don't want baby to be any earlier than necessary, but I really hope I go on my own before next Thursday... let's say, oh, Wednesday night! My doctor actually won't be in town, so I will have another doctor from her practice, but they've all been very understanding and supportive of the few desires I have left (being able to walk around during labor aka not being tied to the bed, trying to get labor kick-started without Pitocin, or with as little Pitocin as possible and turn it off as soon as I'm in active labor, etc.) But considering the way everything else has gone thus far, I'm thinking I may be SOL. We shall see!