30 weeks

This was a monumental week in my pregnancy thus far.  Mainly because I am REALLY feeling pregnant.  In a good way, of course.  There is just something about 30 that all of a sudden there is light at the end of the tunnel.  Here are some real live pregnancy observations:

One or two more weeks, and I think Stephen will be putting my socks on for me!  I now actually have to roll out of bed.  I can still sit straight up if I try really hard, but it hurts.  I quit wearing my wedding rings a few weeks ago, because my fingers would swell on and off through the day and get uncomfortable, but now they are pretty much swollen all the time.  We had a meeting with a bunch of college students the other day and I was talking to a girl, and she noticed I am pregnant so we talked about that for a while.  Well, she is good friends with another girl on staff who she later told: "That is so great that even though she got pregnant when she isn't married that she can still be so involved with the ministry!"  Ha!  I watched myself walking by a mirror the other day and I am pretty sure I was waddling.  It took me three days to clean the house this week.  Not because I did anything especially difficult, I just have to take a long break between major activities.  There is no more Halloween candy left for the trick or treaters.  I will take personal responsibility for this, BUT I found out yesterday when I was feeling guilty for eating so much candy that Stephen actually got into the huge bag, dumped it out, and picked out all of the twix bars.  It's actually not ALL gone, but all that is left are a few milky ways and 3 musketeers, and who even likes those?  

Pregnancy makes you crazy.  I spent the first 3 months worrying that I wasn't actually pregnant, the next 3 worrying because I wasn't big enough.  Then I had a bit of a growth spurt and I worried that I was too big.  My baby started moving a LOT in the last few weeks, which was fun, but then I started to worry that she was moving too much.  Then a couple days ago, she slowed down a bit, so I had to go in to do a nonstress test to make sure she isn't moving too little.  She gets the hiccups.  But is getting them more that 4 or 5 times a day a sign of something bad?  I bet I could find something on google that says it is.  I recently discovered that she is "transverse" (laying sideways) in my belly.  What if she doesn't turn?  C-section?  And then I pray and ask God that she would get here early (cause who doesn't want to have their baby asap?) but I have to cautiously throw in, "But only if she's healthy, strong, and with no complications, and not TOO early!"  As if God will play a dirty trick on me and answer my prayer to bring her early and say "But you just said early...you didn't say you ALSO wanted her to be healthy..."  So I take the prayer back.  "Nevermind....just healthy." 

And there is also the mood swings.  I use to think this was just an excuse for girls to be mean, then blame it on being pregnant.  I'll only confess one instance to you:  Stephen and I were on our way to bed.  He was in a pretty good mood trying to be all cuddly, and I just wasn't feeling it.  Sometimes I just don't want to be touched.  Well, he decided I was in a playful mood too, despite my hints, and was just pestering me.  I told him to cut it out, and of course he took this as me playing back, who knows why.  So then he starts tickling me and pinning me down- which I HATE.  So I sortof start freaking out, but of course, he still just thinks I'm playing back.  So then he gives me a strawberry on my belly and on my neck- (you know, where you basically blow spit all over someone...) So that's it for me.  I push him off and yell at him to quit it.  He realizes the fun is over, but still doesn't think its as big of a deal as I do.  So I storm off to the bathroom (because I have to pee for the hundredth time) and contemplate my revenge in there.  I came back, and did the only appropriate thing.  I spit on my hand and wipe it on his face and say "You spit on me, I spit on you."  He obviously at this point was convinced I was a psycho.  I apologized.  Now maybe that wasn't pregnancy, but I need to believe it was.  And frankly, it's a good thing I had something to blame it on!  :)

Here I am at 29 weeks!