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OK, I know that I have complained about this before, but I can't help continuing to feel like this--namely, huge. Like this morning, when I stepped on the scale at the doctor's office, I am pretty sure I heard it wince in pain. Poor scale.

In other news, week 36 brought no change to my cervix (boo), but Baby is still sounding good in there. I, too, aside from an astronomical amount of weight gained in one week, am quite healthy. Robust, even. Rubenesque. No pre-eclampsia for me! Yahoo!

I wish I could think of some other things to write, but alas, I am fixated and having quite the pity party. More later.

Week 35!

Well, had a checkup this morning with senor doctor, and baby's still in there :) His heartbeat sounded good, and he was moving and shaking (must like Kashi blueberry cereal). My blood pressure's still quite normal, so no pre-eclampsia for me (thank goodness). Baby is still measuring a little large- almost two weeks bigger than normal- which I'm not sure means anything really. Doctor Jones seems to think so long as he is born after March 1, he will be just ducky. I doubt he'd come that early - my guess (read: wish) is for a St. Patty's Day babeh. Luck o' the Irish and all.

As for me, things are pretty much same old. More or less uncomfortable a lot of the time- especially at the end of the day- my feet and hands blow up like balloons, and I think I'm experiencing sciatica. Dang baby's pressing on my sciatic nerve and causing lots of pain that radiates down my (usually left) leg. Fun! Other fun pregnancy side effects: moles. Not even kidding. The doctor says I can have them removed after I deliver, and they are benign. Just ugly (imho). Also, this week, I made a concerted effort not to be a total piglet, and it worked! Only gained 3/4 pound! Hallelujia!

OH! I almost forgot! I am 1 cm dilated! I know, I know, that's nothing. But it is something to me. Baby's not coming all too soon, I don't think though, because he's still sitting pretty high in my belleh. But still- progress is being made. I AM HAVING A BABY!

I owe a post, too, about the awesome shower that my friend Teri threw for me this weekend. I will do that soon-

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UPDATE: Apologies to anyone who may have been offended by my discussion of moles. Sheesh.

T minus 44 days!

So this Saturday is my baby shower, and I am so excited. I have never had a shower before, and I'm really looking forward to it. I have always been one of those women who complains at having to go to them, and for that, I have to now grab my fork and knife and eat my words. Cause, like the truly deranged mothers-to-be and brides-to-be I've indulged in the past, I think this is going to be really fun!

The woman who's throwing the shower for me is so sweet- I can't imagine the time, money, and energy she's put into this shindig. There's going to be Nothing Bundt Cake- huzzah! Cake, cake, I love cake.

In other news, I had a doctor appointment this week, and doc informs me that should I go into labor after Saturday, he will not stop it. Holy shitballs. I'm also now going to the doctor once a week. I really am winding down my pregnancy. As much as I'm excited for it all to be over, I have a feeling I might miss my big ol' belleh when it's gone (not to mention little Swimmy's kick, kick, kicking in there).

Oh, speaking of Swimmy, he's head down and still measuring two weeks big. Go Swimmy! He's also figured out how to hiccup- which is such a funny sensation. I can't describe it really except that it feels like there's someone hiccupping inside your tum. It's cool. Except when it happens at two in the morning (which, thankfully, has only happened once so far). I don't think Swimmy much cares for the hiccups though. Everytime he gets them, he seems to get agitated cause he starts kicking. Hiccup, hiccup, kick, kick, kick. Poor Swimmy. And, mean mom that I am, I keep trying to figure out the exact right combination of food that gives him the hiccups. Mostly cause feeling him move is the most reassuring thing in the world.

Large honeydew?

OK- so at the end of this 33rd week, mah babeh will be 19 inches long and will weigh about 4.5 pounds. And apparently, this is the size of a large honeydew. WTF? Has anyone ever seen a mutant honeydew that was nearly 2 feet long? I haven't. I may just stop paying attention to these produce references.

Swimmy is really developing now! He keeps his eyes open while he's awake now. And because the uterine walls are becoming more and more thin these days, light is allowed in which helps him develop his circadian rhythm. His little immune system is also making moves and developing antibodies for when he makes his big debut in seven (eee!) or less weeks. Of couse, this mama plans on breastfeeding so I can help to supplement those antibodies.

As for me, I have reached the uncomforatble stage. I am constantly heading to the loo, and a restful night's sleep? Yeah, I can't remember the last time that happened. I wake up either worrying, having to tinkle, or because my big butt needs to roll over to save my poor side from certain crushing death under my weight. I long for the days when I can sleep on my tum again. Even if, because of Swimmy, that sleep comes in 2 hour increments.

For the most part, though, I am fine. Nothing new under the sun really. Next weekend's my shower, and I am very excited for that.

Oh, and at my last prenatal check-up, Swimmy was doing just fine. Heart rate in the 140s.

Boring post, I know. I'll try to liven it up next time.