My last weekly check-up with the perinatal nurse was yesterday. Her
opinion at the end of the whole checkup was that I'll make it to 36
weeks, but at the rate things are going, I will *not* make it to 38
weeks. And that's the window we were shooting for all along, and what's
theoretically best for the babies, so that's good news.
I'm getting huger and huger, and less comfortable as time goes by. The
worst thing recently is that it's difficult to lie down in a controlled
manner, and difficult to get back up. And I'm walking just a little
slower each week. It's not that my ass is dragging, it's what's in
front that's the problem. :)
They're slowly dropping. It's creating more problems with walking and
sitting, but I've got just a little more room in my stomach now, which
is a good thing.
I'm very much looking forward to breastfeeding. And I'll be able to eat
a *lot* of good food, as I'll need the extra calories not just going
into the milk, but going into *making* the milk. I'm looking forward to
Thanksgiving. :) The last time I could just eat and eat and eat at
Thanksgiving was when Sammy was 6 months old; I ought to be able to
enjoy that same experience this year, and that'll probably be it for the
rest of my life.
Julia
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