On the pregnancy.

We had our 29 week appt yesterday that was pretty much uneventful. I'm up 19 pounds. Whatever. I'll lose it. I'm measuring 34 - YES, THIRTY-FOUR- weeks! Eek. No wonder I get those, "Wow, you're about to pop any day!" comments from people ALL THE TIME.  They're doing an u/s in two weeks just to make sure that our lil man isn't actually a VERY LARGE man.

My right rib hurts anytime I sit down.  Then there's the acid reflux that's threatening to burn a hole in my esophagus. And then there's the whole fatigue thing. Apparently I have low iron, so maybe that'll get a little better once my new iron pills kick in. But sheesh - I now take a vitamin, a folic acid, a Zantac and an iron pill each day. I thought pregnant women were supposed to reduce the amount of medicine they take? I take four times more than I was before! I can count my blessings though because unlike many pregnant women I talk to, I can actually breathe! I guess I'm carrying him low enough that he really doesn't have much of an impact on my diaphragm. I just threw my hands up in celebration of that well-deserved fact. And my feet haven't gotten swollen at all yet. And no stretch marks. And no linea nigra, although I do have a very hairy stomach these days (but no worries - the doc said yesterday that it'll all go bye-bye once baby comes). Oh, and no pregnancy mask (What's that, you ask?)

So I guess maybe all the whining I do on a daily basis isn't necessary. Though this pregnancy hasn't been extremely comfortable at all times, I've also gotten lucky on several counts.