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29 weeks and I'm a crab

I don't feel well. And after Sam was born, I told everyone I would be super happy all the time if God ever saw fit to make me a mother again.

Well...I guess I lied.

Overall I have been happy, I feel blessed and thankful. I just don't feel well. I go to bed tired, I wake up tired, I feel like I could cry for pretty much anything. I've been mean to Jamey, and have stopped spending as much time with friends. And it's just because I'm not feeling well. I hope this gets better soon...because if I don't like being around me cranky, I know no one else will either.

Cranky or not, here's my update :)

How Far Along: 29 weeks and 3 days

Size of baby: About 4lbs & 17in long

Sleep: I have been dreaming a lot. Just about anything, but it makes me feel like I'm really awake. Surprisingly the most comfortable position for me to sleep in is on my back...which I've read is really not the best. But as much as I try to sleep on my sides, I always seem to wake up on my back.

Total Weight Gain: I stepped on the scale today. 20lbs. I weigh exactly what I weighed when Sam was born.

Symptoms: Pasta does me in with the heartburn. I've been having a lot of lower back pain, and went to the chiropractor this week. He did an adjustment and said it would take some time for my muscles to readjust, but I'm still waiting for that to happen. I figure by this point in time though, I'm just going to hurt :)

Movement: This girl only will move at nighttime when I'm sitting still. It worries me sometimes because Sam moved so often.

Maternity Clothes: I wish this weather would warm up so I could wear some of my cute spring maternity clothes!

Go-to eats: I eat pretty much everything, but fresh fruits have been my favorite with this pregnancy. Unfortunately I'm pregnant at the wrong time of the year haha!

Best moment of the week: Setting up the nursery!

Gender: We're having a little girl!

What I wish people knew: It's hard not to get upset when I don't feel her move for awhile. Two or three times a day after I haven't felt her move for awhile (and she doesn't respond to o.j.), I can't help but think, "That's it. She's gone. We should just go in and let them tell us we lost another." I know it's not the way I should think or feel, but regardless, that's just what happens. I'm really not a negative person. It's just that when you've lost a child, you know without a doubt that nothing is guaranteed in life.

What I’m looking forward to: We have an appointment tomorrow. And I think after this appointment we go every 2 weeks until she's born. I absolutely cannot wait! :)


Thanks for listening to me be a crab. I promise it'll get better ;-)

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