gestational update

So, there are some little milestones that should be recorded. I'd say at about 33-34 weeks, sparky started having hiccups. I wasn't sure what that would feel like until sure enough, it feels like nothing else. My belly turns into a metronome. He gets them at least once a day, 3 times max. Oh, he has them right now :)

About a month ago, I did finally get a sweet tooth, as I think I have mentioned. I have to watch it now as, frankly, if I could live on cake and cookies, I would. In these last few weeks, I want to get back to real healthiness though, getting my body ready for the big day.

As long as I was mobile and energetic, I have been keeping busy. Making food to stash away in the freezer, Christmas planning, knitting and sewing soft tiny things for the little creature and otherwise getting the house ready for baby and family. We've also been taking advantage of every party or chance to get out and be with friends, appreciating it while we can. Each day I have been able to do stuff, I have, anticipating that at some point, I won't want to move.

Well, I might be at that point. The election night party might be the last big event until baby. In the last few days, I have hit the wall, to use a marathon analogy. Within a couple of hours of waking up, I am ready for a solid nap. In fact, I've been getting a little woozy in the morning if I don't quite eat enough or drink enough water. Today, for example, I sewed a little burp cloth and that was the extent of the morning's accomplishments, aside from three small meals and many glasses of water. I moved myself to bed with some knitting and the laptop and eventually fell asleep for a few hours. When I woke up, I took a warm bath and then listened to Hypnobirthing brainwashing. I'm on a modified self-imposed bedrest because 1) I get Braxton Hicks after a seemingly lame amount of activity, 2) I'm just really tired, 3) my blood pressure was really low and I was woozy at my checkup on Thursday (84/60), which as I said, has happened every morning since then and 4) because I can.

It's all got me a little grumpy. I don't enjoy asking Donavon to run upstairs for things or to constantly bring me water. I REALLY don't enjoy doing so little - it makes for a boring day without much accomplishment. There are all of these things I want to do for the baby and for Christmas. And overall, I'm pretty much uncomfortable all of the time. Until this week I would get uncomfortable intermittently during the day, after too long sitting or standing, but it really is just starting to be perpetual. Basically, as I told Donavon to his amusement, I'm losing that can-do spirit. Intellectually, I am embracing the quiet and the ability to sleep as much as I want, as I know it will be very different soon. But truth be told, I would rather be busy.

From what I hear, this is the normal progression of things. I have another five and a half weeks, and who knows, maybe I'll rally again. But I'm accepting that I'm at the stage of sitting at this bus stop quietly, stuck on the bench waiting patiently with a pile of crossword puzzles and knitting to keep from going crazy, until my ride finally comes.