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Sprout | Week 32

How am I feeling? Well, this week had a lot going on...  Saturday and Sunday, I was battling some majorly swollen feet.  I've found that drinking massive amounts of water and keeping my feet up while sitting help me keep the swelling down.  Easy enough, right?  Well who knew that it would take about 48 hours to get those suckers back to looking some-what normal.

Then Tuesday through Thursday I've been having some serious upper abdomenial pain.  At first I thought it was more heartburn but after a day of pepcid (as perscribed) and about 6 tabs of tums, I realized that the pain was much different than heartburn.  It was like a burning feeling in my ribs.  Like my ribs were about to explode or something wicked.  So, I've come to the conclusion that either he's trying to shove his whole body up there or he's pushing all my organs up there and it's just not comfy.  I know that sitting 75% of the day isn't very fun for him.  I do my best to get up over and over again throughout the day, but I can't just stand up all day.  We do have a walk station but it's not as helpful as it sounds and we're working on getting standing stations at certain desks, which would be awesome!  Either way, my ribs are spreading and it's not all that great of a feeling.

Weather: On Sunday it was beautiful and almost 80 degrees.  We worked outside, S mowed the lawn and worked on our spot around our electrical units that we're hoping to camoflauge with plants this spring.  Toby was outside all day just running and rolling around in the grass.  It was awesome.  Then we got this nasty cold front that brought some serious frost and things to the city.  On Sunday, I had pulled some of our winter garb out from the closet and took it upstairs to get it out of our hair.  I said out-loud, "It better stay warm because I'm NOT pulling these things back out!"  I was serious too.  I don't want to wear a pair of gloves or a scarf until at least November.  Then it got cold and it's been fluctuating all week.

This week's events: I hope to finish up painting a clock for the nursery, I hope to contact Ikea about a return, I hope to find some major deals at the Vera Bradley Outlet Sale and I hope to narrow down our daycare search to 1 if not 2 options.  (more on that in a minute)

Next week I will have my second to last 2 week appointment and then I switch to 1 week appointments.  That, my friend, is crazy!  I mean, I know that I'm almost there, but I'm really almost there!  So crazy!

The Bumps says: Baby's now the size of a squash!  Ready or not, baby's getting ready to emerge. He's probably in the head-down position by now, with his bottom facing up. This is the comfiest way for his body to fit in your increasingly cramped womb and will make him eventual exit (only a few months away now!) much easier. (If he's still head-up, don't panic -- there's still time for a flip before birth.)

The Baby Center says: By now, your baby weighs 3.75 pounds (pick up a large jicama) and is about 16.7 inches long, taking up a lot of space in your uterus. You're gaining about a pound a week and roughly half of that goes right to your baby. In fact, he'll gain a third to half of his birth weight during the next 7 weeks as he fattens up for survival outside the womb. He now has toenails, fingernails, and real hair (or at least respectable peach fuzz). His skin is becoming soft and smooth as he plumps up in preparation for birth.

Note: Every baby develops a little differently — even in the womb. Our information is designed to give you a general idea of your baby's development.

(Is it just me or does it annoy anyone else that has had a boy, how most books and informational resources always refer to a baby as a she.  Why can't it be a he?  Share the love!? I changed the above information to reflect masculine tone.)

Two more notes... I'm having trouble wearing my wedding rings, every day.  I've stopped wearing my other ring and I've also felt a little "backed up" this week.  It's just two joys that go along with pregnancy... Oh joy!

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