Turns out we left our camera at the in-laws during my birthday dinner on Tuesday night, so I wasn’t able to take a new belly pic. Whoops. I tried though! I was even going to take it in my new work clothes so my mom could see how they’re holding up with my ever growing belly. (Hi Mom!)

I ended up going to the doc this morning instead of tomorrow morning because I had some concerns about the pressure I was feeling, as well as the hot flashes my contractions have begun to cause. The verdict? Everything’s still the same. Baby’s still head down, but will “float up” when pushed, cervix still thick, not dilated, but soft…which is their only concern. Weekly appointments are still on the books from here on out. I’m supposed to continue with the increased laying on the side…and they’re not going to test me again for the fFN protein because in their eyes, with all my contractions and irritable uterus, I’m on their “slightly high risk radar” regardless.

And in Birthing Class news – we had our third class last night, which included another tour of the Birthplace at our hospital. I paid attention a lot more during this tour than our first tour (I think in April) and everything got a lot more real. It made me want to pack my hospital bag (which is on my list) just in case…

Usually, once a week or so (maybe every other week) I have a day where I randomly begin to panic about all the stuff I still have to do to get ready for this baby. I start making a shitty mental list of these items, and by the evening they’ve all since been forgotten because LOOK! TWO FULL HOURS OF FAMILY GUY ON TBS! Then, a week or so later the cycle continues.

So, I’ve committed myself to making a list – a real list – that I can carry with me, of all the things I have to do before this ninja/smudge/bebeh arrives.

As a side note – I’ll like to sit down and talk to my frenemy – Sleep.

Listen up, Sleep. I know you and I really haven’t been getting along well the past week or so. I know that my bladder makes most of the decisions around these parts – and you’re not to blame. However…this whole “no position is comfortable so you may as well sleep in the closet on a pile of blankets” thing we’ve got going on isn’t working…FOR ANYONE. I realized last night that what I thought was pregnancy induced carpal tunnel like symptoms is more than likely me sleeping with my hands balled into fists for some reason or another. Why, you ask? Who the eff knows. (Maybe because I’m waiting for you to show your ugly face so I can beat it to a pulp.) Also, my hips almost exploded out of their sockets overnight last night, despite the usage of a fafillion different kinds of pillows. And the boppy wedge that I chose to “wedge” behind my back in order to avoid rolling onto my back? Only made everything way WAY worse.

I dread nighttime now. I’m always so tired, and I look at our bed and I just want to cry. (Do you hear that Sleep? You’re making a pregnant woman cry. You may as well off a couple puppies while you’re at it.)

That is all.

(Tonight, I’ll get a belly pic. Promise.)

How far along? 32 weeks.
Total weight gain/loss: +27 lbs, I think.
Maternity clothes? Yep. And I’ve grown out of some of the stuff I bought just 3-4 months ago. SCARY.
Stretch marks? Allow me a moment to address the stretchies. YOU DID NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO INVADE MY OTHER BOOB. *sigh* But, stomach is still stretchie free. THANK GOD.
Sleep: Past few nights have been the worst I’ve had. Up 2-4 times a night to pee, cannot get comfy, and this morning woke up with what I can only assume is the classic pregnancy induced carpal tunnel in my right hand.
Best moment this week: My birthday! I did exactly what I wanted to do, and the hubs gave me the most beautiful diamond stud earrings! My first pair of diamond earrings!!
Movement: Oui.
Food cravings: The hubs got me the cake I’ve been craving. Now I’m back to craving whatever won’t set off the gallbladder alarm.
Gender: I’m still leaning girl.
Labor Signs: This past week has been better, still having BHs but keeping them in check.
Belly Button in or out? Flat as all get-out.
What I miss: Stomach sleeping and being able to help out around the house. The guilt I have while watching the hubs do everything is out of control.
What I am looking forward to: My next appointment. I’d like more confirmation everything’s okay.
Weekly Wisdom: Eat small meals! I think wolfing down tacos and rice last night is what induced my uncomfortableness.
Milestones: I turned 29.

And, best pre-birthday news ever – nothing has changed! Still not dilated, but soft, thick and closed.

The midwife I saw today said just keep doing what you’re doing and continue to relax as much as possible. I have another appointment in a week with John the Midwife to get checked again, but I’m still feeling pretty good and optimistic that everything’s going to be fine and I’ll probably go overdue in the end.

To celebrate, I day dreamed about a Sausage Biscuit from McD’s on my way to work this morning. And, instead of indulging in what might have been nothing short of a food-gasm, I had a blueberry muffin and a cup of fruit.

(I’m not scurred to admit that discussing the Sausage Biscuit is making my mouth water. BADLY.)

And in totally different news, the hubs and I have OFFICIALLY agreed on a boy name. For real this time. It’s settled and set in stone, as far as I’m concerned. Now to work on a girl’s name. And sorry to say, but along with the sex of the baby, this one will also be a surprise for the big day. Lo siento.