According to my ticker (which is set by my due date) I'm a little past 30 weeks. According to my doctor and what I count on the calendar, I'm 31 weeks. How did this happen? I don't know...but whatever.

I'm starting to hear comments from people that are sort of along the lines of "You don't look big enough to be 7 months pregnant" or "You can't be that far along." It is then that I want to lift up my shirt and show random strangers just how low this baby is sitting in my belly. In case you were wondering -- the answer to that is really, REALLY low. She's all there -- you just can't see her! Even my biggest maternity pants that fall down when I stand up are too tight on the lowest part of my belly when I sit down. And all of the difficulty that I have doing things like putting on pants or drying my feet off after I take a shower is because there is a tiny little person pushing down with all her might on the underside of my stomach!

I had to crack up a bit when I saw this pic. My belly looks much more square than round! That bump you see at the top -- that is either a head or a butt. I can't tell which, but it manages to squish itself out into the open about 75 times a day, and I just have to push it back in. Unfortunately, that causes the skin on that part of my stomach to be pretty sore all the time. Little Dallas has also become quite fond of wrapping one of her legs or arms around my right side and then wiggling her toes or her fingers. I wish I knew what body parts were where, because it is seriously one of the funniest feelings ever! It is so distracting, though, that I have to work to push whatever it is back towards the middle of my belly. It kept happening last week when I was getting a massage, and I'm pretty sure that the massage therapist was annoyed that I kept laughing and wiggling to try to get Dallas to stop.
My back pain has not gotten any better, and last week I made the decision to stop going twice a week to the chiropractor. I may try to go every other week, but it was just too expensive to go so often -- especially when it didn't even seem to be helping. I just keep thinking -- 2 more months, and it will all be over. I don't even remember what it's like to not be in pain all day long. I've heard so many women say "As soon as I saw him/her I forgot all about the pain" and I can't help but hope that the 6 months of hurting besides the labor will be included in that.
And now...on to HOW TO UPSET A PREGNANT WOMAN. The short version: have the grocery store be out of everything that she feels like eating.
Backing up a little....
On Monday night, our friends Tama and Stuart came over for dinner. For dessert, I made home-made chocolate chip cookies, and we all ate way, WAY too many. With the cookies, we drank most of the 1/2 gallon of milk that was in our refrigerator, but I made sure that I had just enough so I'd be able to eat a bowl of cereal the next morning for my first breakfast. I say "first" breakfast because I always eat again -- my second breakfast -- when I get to work. I'm pregnant, and that's how I roll.
Anyhoo...so I used the rest of our milk yesterday morning for my cereal, and I forgot to stop and buy more on my way home from work. That meant, of course, that I would not be able to eat anything this morning for my first breakfast. That was really okay, though, because what I really wanted was a couple of muffins (Little Debbie double chocolate muffins are the best!) instead of a bowl of cereal. I decided to stop at Publix on my way to work and buy a box of said muffins. Of course, they were out. There were none there the other day when I stopped, either, and I was really hoping that they'd restocked, but I guess not. There was a man with a non-Publix uniform stocking oatmeal cream pies and stuff, so I asked him if he knew when they were going to get any more in. Turns out, he was the Little Debbie Snack Cake representative (cue: Do you know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man...) and he said that they should get some more in by the end of the week. I told him GOOD! Because I eat those like every day, and he proceeded to stare at my belly while rubbing his own and saying something like "Oh yeah, and that must really be bad for you! Because...you know..." Yes. It is bad for me. And good for you -- figuring out that I'm pregnant and all!
So...I decided...if I couldn't have a chocolate muffin, I was going to get a box of Reece's Puff cereal to take to work. I walked to the cereal aisle, and guess what? They were out of that cereal. It was on sale buy one get one free, and some HOG had taken it all. I did one of those things where you just stand there and stare at the empty spot for a minute hoping that a box would magically appear out of nowhere, but nothing happened. My next thought was -- if I can't have a muffin and I can't have the cereal I want, I'll get a cinamon roll from the bakery. They always have those huge cinamon rolls with cream cheese icing and they always look so good, and today I feel justified!
You know what I'm going to say already, don't you? That's right! There were no cinamon rolls on display in the glass case. I asked the lady behind the counter, and she said they hadn't made them yet. I wanted to say "Of course you haven't." I was nice, though, and just let it go. I also wanted to cry, but in the interest of NOT embarrassing myself, I forced that down, too. Instead, I got a box of donuts.
I'll forgive my local Publix this time, but on my next trip, they BETTER have at least ONE of the many unhealthy junk food options that I enjoy eating. That -- or the trip might not end with me being as good as I was today. And in case you were wondering, I've only eaten two of the donuts so far. See? I'm strong.
I'm starting to hear comments from people that are sort of along the lines of "You don't look big enough to be 7 months pregnant" or "You can't be that far along." It is then that I want to lift up my shirt and show random strangers just how low this baby is sitting in my belly. In case you were wondering -- the answer to that is really, REALLY low. She's all there -- you just can't see her! Even my biggest maternity pants that fall down when I stand up are too tight on the lowest part of my belly when I sit down. And all of the difficulty that I have doing things like putting on pants or drying my feet off after I take a shower is because there is a tiny little person pushing down with all her might on the underside of my stomach!
I had to crack up a bit when I saw this pic. My belly looks much more square than round! That bump you see at the top -- that is either a head or a butt. I can't tell which, but it manages to squish itself out into the open about 75 times a day, and I just have to push it back in. Unfortunately, that causes the skin on that part of my stomach to be pretty sore all the time. Little Dallas has also become quite fond of wrapping one of her legs or arms around my right side and then wiggling her toes or her fingers. I wish I knew what body parts were where, because it is seriously one of the funniest feelings ever! It is so distracting, though, that I have to work to push whatever it is back towards the middle of my belly. It kept happening last week when I was getting a massage, and I'm pretty sure that the massage therapist was annoyed that I kept laughing and wiggling to try to get Dallas to stop.
My back pain has not gotten any better, and last week I made the decision to stop going twice a week to the chiropractor. I may try to go every other week, but it was just too expensive to go so often -- especially when it didn't even seem to be helping. I just keep thinking -- 2 more months, and it will all be over. I don't even remember what it's like to not be in pain all day long. I've heard so many women say "As soon as I saw him/her I forgot all about the pain" and I can't help but hope that the 6 months of hurting besides the labor will be included in that.
And now...on to HOW TO UPSET A PREGNANT WOMAN. The short version: have the grocery store be out of everything that she feels like eating.
Backing up a little....
On Monday night, our friends Tama and Stuart came over for dinner. For dessert, I made home-made chocolate chip cookies, and we all ate way, WAY too many. With the cookies, we drank most of the 1/2 gallon of milk that was in our refrigerator, but I made sure that I had just enough so I'd be able to eat a bowl of cereal the next morning for my first breakfast. I say "first" breakfast because I always eat again -- my second breakfast -- when I get to work. I'm pregnant, and that's how I roll.
Anyhoo...so I used the rest of our milk yesterday morning for my cereal, and I forgot to stop and buy more on my way home from work. That meant, of course, that I would not be able to eat anything this morning for my first breakfast. That was really okay, though, because what I really wanted was a couple of muffins (Little Debbie double chocolate muffins are the best!) instead of a bowl of cereal. I decided to stop at Publix on my way to work and buy a box of said muffins. Of course, they were out. There were none there the other day when I stopped, either, and I was really hoping that they'd restocked, but I guess not. There was a man with a non-Publix uniform stocking oatmeal cream pies and stuff, so I asked him if he knew when they were going to get any more in. Turns out, he was the Little Debbie Snack Cake representative (cue: Do you know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man...) and he said that they should get some more in by the end of the week. I told him GOOD! Because I eat those like every day, and he proceeded to stare at my belly while rubbing his own and saying something like "Oh yeah, and that must really be bad for you! Because...you know..." Yes. It is bad for me. And good for you -- figuring out that I'm pregnant and all!
So...I decided...if I couldn't have a chocolate muffin, I was going to get a box of Reece's Puff cereal to take to work. I walked to the cereal aisle, and guess what? They were out of that cereal. It was on sale buy one get one free, and some HOG had taken it all. I did one of those things where you just stand there and stare at the empty spot for a minute hoping that a box would magically appear out of nowhere, but nothing happened. My next thought was -- if I can't have a muffin and I can't have the cereal I want, I'll get a cinamon roll from the bakery. They always have those huge cinamon rolls with cream cheese icing and they always look so good, and today I feel justified!
You know what I'm going to say already, don't you? That's right! There were no cinamon rolls on display in the glass case. I asked the lady behind the counter, and she said they hadn't made them yet. I wanted to say "Of course you haven't." I was nice, though, and just let it go. I also wanted to cry, but in the interest of NOT embarrassing myself, I forced that down, too. Instead, I got a box of donuts.
I'll forgive my local Publix this time, but on my next trip, they BETTER have at least ONE of the many unhealthy junk food options that I enjoy eating. That -- or the trip might not end with me being as good as I was today. And in case you were wondering, I've only eaten two of the donuts so far. See? I'm strong.



