Apparently, he thinks now that my heart is pumping for the two of us, it's getting stressed out easily. He first mentioned bed rest, at which point my heart actually just quit beating all together, but then luckily said I should just reduce my work schedule and take it really easy from here on out. If that doesn't help, I should do even less...
He actually said no shopping. That would be more of a problem for my metro husband. :) And my legs decided to swell like balloons again today before I got in to see him, so he wasn't too impressed with that. He'd like a repeat holter monitor, but I'm going to talk to my OB tomorrow to see if that's necessary.
Take-home point: I'm supposed to rest a lot more, my heart should not kill me during L&D, and my baby is fine. All good to know.
On to the fun stuff: Gil is 35 weeks old now! This baby is getting so close to being fully cooked. One of our drug reps mentioned that her baby was born at 37 weeks and I freaked out. I'm so not ready for this pregnancy to be over. Yes, I can't wait to see this baby's beautiful face and hold him/her in my arms. But I sure am going to miss the squirming inside and my round belly. This has been so much more than I ever expected.
I'm thinking the button isn't going to pop out. It's definitely not an innie anymore, but has stayed level with the surface for so many weeks now. Still no stretch marks (thank you genetics), but look at my tummy veins! So weird.