Thirty Weeks is a real bitch–honestly. Think about it–I am not yet far enough where it could be “any time now”, however I have been pregnant for 30 weeks. An especially long time given how soon I found out. I likened the third trimester to post partum last week, and as much as I’d like to tell you this vacation has been a party, it’s mostly been ferociously dismal. Hub might use some more colorful words to describe it, but I will stick with dismal.
Lets keep the complaining to a minimum, shall we? Terrible cold, a bout of sciatica to end all sciatica, and just a general miserable disposition. Yes darlings, it is no mistake that I have not posted this week. You don’t want to hear from me.
Here is the good- I have only gained 22lbs so far, my blood pressure is low, swelling is minimal, and for the first time in (my) pregnancy history, I can still wear my regular shoes.
Yes, the good. We have a pretty big day trip planned wit the kiddos tomorrow, so hopefully more of the good to come.