First of all, new belly pic! R and I had our pictures taken this week. I’ve only seen a few of the shots so far, but this one is my favorite.
Week 36 update:
Walk like a gramma, I do.
And talk like a Yoda, yes. Why, I know not.
So today brought a new symptom: Stabbing, near-crippling hip pain. One minute I’m cool…the next I’m limping along, hoping I can muster up the strength to get to the back of the store before I wet myself. (I kid you not – I can use the bathroom 5 times in 10 minutes these days.) I’m also having weird electric tingles in my legs. Not as painful as the hip thing, but still rather uncomfortable. I walked faster in The Boot.
I’m pretty much out of baby room. (Either that, or my gallbladder makes a really comfy footstool.) I’ve had heartburn for two days straight now. Tums does nada. I’m now wearing my big bra on the loosest hook, and will probably be using the extenders on it within a week or so. Actually, the extenders might help with the heartburn. Worth a shot.
The only other big change I’ve noticed is in my skin. No stretch marks yet (knock particleboard), but I’m seeing other changes. My freckles are definitely darker, and there are more of them. I’m getting skin tags wherever my clothes rub – and some places they don’t. And after a long hiatus, my face is starting to break out again. (Nothing major, thankfully…but I didn’t have so much as a blackhead for about 6 months, through no effort of my own. I’ve been very spoiled.) Still, I don’t think any of that is a bad trade-off for no stretch marks.
So I’m tired, sore, and my skin’s doing weird things. Considering the upheavals taking place in my body, I’m doing really well. In fact, at my checkup this week, the doctor told me I am “the picture of prenatal health.”
This is me thumbing my nose at all of those people who think only women in their 20s should have babies.