29 Weeks

I'm 29 weeks now. Wowza. I say this every time, but this pregnancy has been flying by! I'm dying for him to be here, but at the same time, I won't mind waiting another 11 or so weeks, cause I feel like there is so much to be done still. We aren't even living in our own house yet! We are getting closer to moving in though, and I'm really looking forward to getting the baby's room done. It will be a big project - we have plans to paint the walls and try to strip the paint spatters off the wood floors, which I know won't be easy or cheap. But I think it will be fun, especially since I won't be the one actually doing it :) Haha.

We've been calling the baby Evan (I can't remember if I mentioned that in the last post), so I guess that's what I will start calling him on here. It feels more real to call him by a name, instead of just baby or "the boy" as I like to say. We will have to see once he's born if he is, in fact, an "Evan." He is weighing in at 3 pounds this week and is 15 inches long! It's crazy to think that he's that long already and will grow even more. I don't know how he fits in there sometimes! My midwife thinks she could feel his head jammed down toward my pelvis. I've never really been able to tell if he's breech or head down, but when she explained to me where she thinks he is positioned, it matched where I've been feeling kicks and punches. I was so excited the other night because I decided to try using my stethoscope again to see if I could hear his heartbeat, since we got it pretty easily at my midwife appointment. I got it! It was very clear, and I could tell when he rolled over and had his back facing out, like against my stomach, because his heartbeat would get so loud. It was really cool and I listened for quite awhile. Then, I tried again last night to see if my mom and Catie could hear, and I couldn't get it. He must have rolled over or something. It was exciting though.

Since I wrote last, I had my bloodwork done...finally, and my glucose test. The bloodwork came back saying that I'm anemic and have a low platelet count. The anemia explains why I've been so sleepy lately. I have no energy and am always tired. I was worried that it was just part of the whole third trimester thing, but hopefully once I start taking extra iron and chlorophyll, I'll have more energy.

My glucose test was interesting. I had no problem drinking the drink. I love sugar, and thought it just tasted like super sweet orange pop without the carbonation. I didn't feel sick from drinking it or anything. I felt jittery, of course, during the hour that I had to wait before getting my blood drawn. Anyone would after drinking that much sugar that quickly! I felt kind of shaky and a little sick on my drive home, and I was so tired and had a headache, which is also to be expected with that much sugar. I ate some real food when I got home and then felt fine. I don't know what all these pregnant women are talking about when they make the test sound horrible. I did notice when I was drinking the sugar that it said it contained 100g of sugar, which I thought was a little odd, because I thought I'd read somewhere that you have to drink 50g. I googled it when I got home, and sure enough, I had drank twice the dose I was supposed to! The lady at the lab accidentally gave me the drink that you're supposed to drink if you fail the first glucose test and have to do the 3 hour test. I was a little worried all week that I'd have to do it, because I thought my sugar would undoubtedly come back high since I had consumed twice the amount of sugar that I was supposed to. I was shocked when my midwife showed me the results and my blood sugar came back low! I'm not sure that's a good thing though, because it means that I am either way more hypoglycemic than I thought, or my body is so used to large amounts of sugar (I can't help it, I have the worst sweet tooth ever) that it was like "100 grams of sugar? No big deal!" Ah well, at least I don't have GD.

Let's see, what else? I guess I still don't really have many complaints about being pregnant. I'm gaining about 4 pounds a month now and have gained a total of 9 pounds from my starting weight (I was 132 before getting pregnant and now I'm 141). That's by far the largest number I've ever seen on the scale, and I don't like it! I feel large and bump my stomach on stuff a lot. My skin is starting to feel uncomfortable from stretching, and when I twist certain ways, it sometimes feels like it will rip or something. I think part of that is my stomach muscles hurting from being stretched. I can't eat big portions, or else I get a little food that comes up when I burp. Gross, I know, but it is what it is. I never thought I'd be the pregnant chick complaining about having a difficult time putting her shoes on, but, here I am. It's hard to put socks and shoes on...wah, wah, wah. I do not enjoy tight clothes, and I need to get some new maternity pants because the ones I have just have a low band of stretchy material, and it's getting too tight. I can still fit into a few pairs of my regular jeans, and am not wearing maternity shirts, but most days I come home from work/school and immediately put on sweat pants and one of Jon's shirts, because baggy clothes are my friend. I've given up on getting more than 3 hours of sleep in a row. It just doesn't happen anymore. Some nights I wake up every hour to pee. I try to stop eating and drinking a few hours before bed time, which helps a little, but not enough to make it worth it to spend the last few hours before bed dying of thirst. I manage to make it through the day though, so my body must be adjusting. Which is good, because I'd better get used to functioning on no sleep for when Evan is born and I'm still going to school!

Speaking of school, I have to brag a little. I somehow got 100% on my second lecture test and 100% on my lab test. My brain can't even remember the littlest, simplest day-to-day things, so I have no idea how I did so well on my tests, but I'll take it!