…not for the baby, just for a new post. D’oh!

Today (Monday) makes 37 weeks, 3 days by the “official” due date of September 24. I’m beyond ready to not be pregnant. But am I ready to be a parent? Isn’t there some form of suspended animation where I get to rest between acts? What? There aren’t snacks and cocktails in the lobby between acts? I have to go straight through to the next scenes? YIKES!

Physical Condition

Let’s see…my back doesn’t bother me anywhere NEARLY as much as it used to. I visited a chiroprator for a few weeks (then decided to ditch him long-term; his care style clashes with my personality…he’s overbearing), and that made a big difference.

The discomforts of now…
- Swelling. My feet have returned to “Fred Flintstone” in shape. They’re square, and I have no ankles. On the bright side, this means that even with a dull razor that I shouldn’t have used again, I didn’t cut myself. Let’s not talk about how the heck I reached much of my calves, shall we?
- Reflux. Ah, that pesky hiatal hernia still haunts me. If I don’t remember to take Prilosec early enough in the day, it’s not just reflux, but heartburn as well. Even the reflux alone sucks; if I try to sleep on my side (as opposed to propped up at a 45 degree angle), I risk choking on my own…well, no nice way to say it…puke. Lovely.
- Motion. Baby has gotten MUCH bigger over the past month. This is a good thing, right? Right…but it also means that she (and my belly) weigh much more. If I sit on the floor/futon, getting up becomes an event. I have to roll over to all fours before I can even attempt it! Watching the Olympics this year, for the first time, I felt no desire to try to mimic what cool stuff I saw on TV. Bright side again…I can still walk, and the ocassional trip to the park does me good. I’m hellatiously slow on anything uphill, but I can still do it, damn it!
- Mood. I’ve had more moodiness in the past month than before. Much of this, I contribute to some issues outstanding, not to be broached here. At least when the moods hit, I can get them into check before too long.

Guess that’s enough for now. Somewhere along the way, I’ll get inspired, and even post a photo of a nearly-38-weeks-pregnant me. I believe it’s been since 30 weeks that I’ve braved a photo? Blech. I just don’t WANT pictures! Yeah, yeah, yeah…I know, I’ll be glad later that I took them, right?