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31 weeks

Hello 31 weeks. You are officially kicking my butt. We've went from the pleasant feel-good feeling of the 2nd trimester to the exhausted state I'm currently in. I still prefer pregnancy over not being pregnant because the movement and my cute belly make it all worth it. But come on! This relationship has turned more towards the parasitic end of things...

I drag myself out of bed in the morning like I've only slept 20 minutes, quickly get ready, sing all the way to work to stay awake, force myself to "work", then drive home. I walk straight to the couch or bed where I sleep soundly for 2 hours until Aaron gets home, eat dinner, shower, and then go back to bed.

Working is getting hard. I rarely get to sit for any length of time. Seeing 20 patients a day keeps me up and on my feet. I have been lying down at lunch for about 30 minutes, but it's just not enough. Wound care is impossible because I can't get on and off the floor to remove and replace bandaging anymore. I have 6 more full-time weeks before leave and I'm not sure I can make it...


The baby has dropped lower this week which is putting more pressure in the pelvic area. I can breathe and eat better now though which is great. I started having Braxton-Hicks today though which gives me something else to worry myself about. "Are they too frequent?", "Is that one more painful?", "Is my cervix changing?" I don't want to be the paranoid girl, but it's easier said than done.

Baby is still happily kicking and pushing around in there, though I can tell the hotel is getting a little cramped. The hard kicks are a thing of the past... now it's more rolling body parts and the booty sticking out.

Things are going great though and if I could just stop feeling like I have downed a bottle of benadryl with a glass of warm milk after swimming all day in the sun, followed by eating tons of mexican food and turkey, listening to lullabies, and counting sheep...

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  1. I feel like your experience is a preview for me of what's to come. Like a sneak peak!
    I haven't felt fatigued like you have yet but feel that's just around the corner. I have to convince myself to take the stairs at the hospital because I'll get winded with just one flight and if I'm up all day, my hips will start to ache some. I'm hoping I'll know when and if I have Braxton-Hicks contractions...I really need to review some of our OB lectures...
    Hang in there, you're doing great and look awesome. Think of me tomorrow morning as I'm getting poked for 3 hours for my GTT. I better pass with flying colors or this kid's really gonna be in trouble when she comes out for the trouble she's caused! :)

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  2. I can't wait to see you July 4th! AND I really can't wait to meet this little person you're cooking up so gorgeously. I know you and Aaron must be getting down right giddy to know Operation Delivery is just around the corner. The room looks perfect and I love the furniture you chose. *sigh* Wish we were closer to give you some "OH MY GOODNESS YOU'RE HAVING A BABY SOOOOO SOON!" hugs.

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  3. Okay, I'm not gonna lie...I totally stole that floating belly pic idea from you! Sorry to hear you are fatigued too..it sucks, but can you believe that we are about to be mommies????????!!!!

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  4. So sleepy....I can't imagine having to be on your feet all day!!!!
    Take it from the official paranoid girl, those contractions are all good. Practice, practice, practice. So when the time comes, Gil will just sldie on out!!!

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  5. You look great. All baby :)
    Don't worry about the braxton Hicks. Unless they get too frequent and strong my doc said its totally normal. I started having them at 25 weeks. It totally freaked me out.

    Your getting closer. I bet with all the bh's you'll be ready to go by 38 weeks or so with a quick painless delivery and a beautiful healthy baby. :)

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  6. I feel you sister! I was starting to feel abnormal because you felt so good, so I'm glad I'm normal. :) I as well have been counting down the weeks until I am scheduled out of surgery and clinic (3 after this week). I just try not to think about the Braxton Hicks..I don't count them, time them, etc because I figure it will just make me more worried.

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  7. Nature is so smart. Soon the idea of labour will seem infinitely more pleasant than the idea of another moment of pregnancy. Clever, hunh? I hope you have a few more good weeks left before that really sets in, though. Also, naps at work? Totally jealous.

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  8. awww....sorry you're so sleepy!!! I feel ya!! Your belly is as cute as ever!! Hang in there mama!!!!

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