Total Weight Gained: 21.2 Pounds. Of course, that’s using my own at-home weight, not the doctor’s horrifically bad weigh-in at my last visit. I’m really hoping to redeem myself when I go back on Wednesday.
Cravings: PEZ. Sorry, Ali, your PEZ stash is now completely gone. At least they only have like 35 calories a pack – I figure it’s a good craving to have.
Contractions: They are seriously getting bad. I think, hope, and pray that Noah managed to turn around (de-breech) during the night Saturday night – I woke up Sunday morning nearly unable to move from the pain and soreness, and since then, everything has felt very different, very painful, very contractiony, and very like-the-bottom’s-gonna-fall-out-any-minute. Of course it’s not time for that, but I just think the difference in feelings HAS to be because he finally managed to turn around, and maybe he’s not such a fan of the upside-down position. I go to the doctor on Wednesday, so I’m anxiously awaiting the prognosis of whether he’s still breech or not.
Movements: He’s gotten a bit more violent in there – there is often a visible protrusion where a foot is sticking out of my side, or a head is sticking out, or an elbow is trying to come through my belly-button. Ali’s been enjoying feeling him kicking around in there, though.
Sleep: Not so easy these days. I’m waking up a lot with soreness and contractions, but I’m not exhausted from the lack of sleep, so that’s at least a positive.
Why I’m Proud of Myself: I actually started drinking water regularly! And it’s not so bad, now that I’m getting used to it! I’ve never been much of a fan, and it’s something I have to force myself to do. So two weeks of drinking significant amounts of water is a huge victory - I totally deserve a reward.
I wonder where I can find more PEZ around here?