31 & 32 weeks

Our office isn't heated well at all so we cut it off from the rest of the house.  It is freezing.  So freezing that I didn't want to come in here to write my 31 week blog.  At least I'm honest.

The last two weeks have gone ok.  Cookie is growing like a weed and starting to pack on the pounds I'm told.  Sadly, I am also packing on the pounds.  I no longer like photos taken of me because I look like a huge, fat cow.  And don't even write any comments that I don't look like that.  You can't make a pregnant gal feel better no matter what.  I mean, come on, take a look at my second chin.  Ugh.  Unattractive central.  I am not whining.  I'm simply writing honestly about how I am feeling.  I'm happy that baby is putting on the pounds though.  This is good.

I had a rough few days because the baby positioned him/herself right on my lower spine.  It was incredibly painful and hard to deal with.  Max was in Vegas during this time and so I couldn't even take breaks to rest my back because I was in charge of everything.  Unfortunate timing.  Daycare made it very hard as well.  All I have to say is if THAT is a taste of back labor and back labor is in my future... yikes.  That will be a tough one to deal with.  Thankfully after three days the baby finally shifted again and I was back to the normal aches and pains of being in your third trimester.

I'm surprised at how my feet haven't seemed to swell very much at all.  There are times where they are slightly swollen and throb a bit but that isn't very often.  When I was pregnant with Simon, my feet were double in size and my heels had giant cracks in them.  I suppose this is the difference between a summer pregnancy and a winter pregnancy.  I'll take it.  I did buy some "fat shoes" on Black Friday in anticipation of swollen feet.  There is still ample time for that to start.

I've noticed that I have an extreme issue with butter.  Yes, butter.  I grew up on I Can't Believe it's Not Butter and Max grew up on the real deal.  I switched because who cares really.  I don't eat butter by the pound or anything.  BUT now when butter is in any sort of food or cooked with anything, all I can taste is metal.  Seriously, it tastes like metal.  I LOVE homemade mac and cheese.  Love, love, love it.  Always have.  The last couple batches though I have hardly been able to get down because of that metal taste.  Ugh.  Yuck.  I gave up yesterday and told Max I'm switching back. 

What else... I crave sweets like no other.  This is a good time of year to indulge in that craving.  This is not a good time of year when it comes to the first issue I talked about in this blog.  Only a week left and the sugar fest should be over. 

Time is going so quickly I feel I can't stop to take a breath.  One of my daycare moms is pregnant and due a few weeks before me.  She is a teacher so today is the last day I have her little lady until after Christmas break.  Then I only have her for one week before her baby comes (scheduled C-section).  This time will fly by because its like a "vacation" and vacation always goes faster than normal.  Once she has her baby, its only a matter of weeks before my own comes.  January 31st is my last day of daycare before my maternity leave starts.  That is only a little over a month away!  Holy smokes. 

I have my next doctor appointment on Monday.  I'm looking forward to hearing baby and seeing how s/he has grown.  There has been a couple of things going on that I don't plan on sharing that make me suspicious and I plan on asking if he can do a cervical check to be sure everything is nice and tight and secure down there.  I don't want an early labor.  There are just some things happening that didn't happen until the end with the boys.  I know that everything is very normal and I'm not concerned about that part of it but just the timing part.  Every pregnancy is different but it would ease my mind a bit to know Cookie is safe, sound and tucked in tight.  We will see. 

8 weeks until due date!