There’s not much to say this week on the pregnancy front (since all my energies have gone towards the excretion containment front). I’m exhausted (still not sleeping), I’m having trouble breathing (I can’t tell if this is the result of Baby Girl pushing on my lungs or exacerbating the reflux), and I continue to be swelteringly hot ALL THE TIME. I continue to have Braxton Hicks contractions when I’ve done too much or pushed it too far. I have far too much to do for this to stop me, so I’d really appreciate it if my mind and my body could strike some sort of a deal on this point. Basically, I’m 30 weeks pregnant in Georgia in July. On with the pictures:
30 weeks pregnant with Liam (The last shot is a bonus for those of you who enjoy terrible pictures of me as much as my husband does — which would be very difficult. I distinctly remember when he took it because I was so tired that I fell into bed and didn’t feel particularly inclined to move, possibly ever again — thus giving him ample time to break out a camera to commemorate the situation, since I was also too tired to care about anything besides becoming one with the bed. The other ones are starting to get impressive…):
(The most impressive thing about this picture is all in the perspective: I am lying on a Queen-sized bed. It looks like a toddler bed in comparison to my body…)
Week 30 in this pregnancy with Baby Girl (This is the week where I’ve reached the point of no return. I am now officially bigger than last time and I have photographic evidence. The completely unfair thing is that I weigh a good 20 pounds less than I did at this point last time despite starting out 10 pounds heavier and I’m STILL BIGGER. How is that even possible? No wonder everyone was being so nice to me while we waited out the rain delay at the concert last night — they were afraid that one forceful thunderclap would send me into labor!):
I’m toast.