I had my monthly check-up yesterday. Everything is looking a-ok. I'm measuring 33 weeks. I only gained 3 pounds last month (YEA ME!). And according to my midwife Jackson is in prime delivery position. Which I could have told her from the butt sticking into my lungs and the fingers playing around down, ahem, south.
The last week has been a little rough. Insomnia is getting worse. I find myself staying up until I can barely keep my eyes open hoping that once I hit the bed I will zonk out. Not so much. It takes such an effort to find a comfortable position. And I toss and turn all night. My poor hubby is finding himself on the couch nearly every night. Not because I make him move but because I keep waking him up. Poor guy. He has to be at work at 4 a.m. so he really needs his sleep. And I'm sure part of the reason for his move is my snoring. Oh yes. I am now a champion snorer apparently. Sexy.
The heartburn has been out of control too. I'm trying a new tactic of eating small little meals all day long. More like snacking all day. And gulping my water down earlier in the day in hopes that it helps. I have discovered if I just stay upright for at least an hour after I eat something it cuts down on the heartburn quite a bit. And at this point everything gives me heartburn expect water.
My belly is starting to look like something out of Alien. At different points of the day Jackson will just push against different parts of my belly and I look all lopsided. His kicks are getting so strong they actually will make me jump. And some of them tickle. Which is weird. I think we are both getting a little cramped with our situation and will be quite ready to have our own space. But I know I will miss this time of just him and I. We will never again be as close as we are now. I believe everyone when they say that I will actually miss his kicks. Although sometimes they hurt a bit they still make me smile. That's my boy in there. My son. And I'm just about ready to see his scrunchy little face.