|Baby plus monstrous food baby at Church Retreat this weekend. Whatever.|
How do I feel? In general, pretty good. None of the complaints that tend to slow you down nearer to the end yet. I have an appointment tomorrow - we'll see how the old BP is looking.
I am getting into the hungry-constantly phase. That's kind of fun, actually. If only my digestion would keep up . . . it's moving at a snail's pace. I drink Natural Calm (magnesium powder that you dissolve in water) and it helps somewhat, but things are just slow. I probably need to add a probiotic back into my horse pill collection. Have also heard anecdotally that alfalfa can help.
I've really been craving Asian food of all kinds - Chinese, Japanese, Thai. Heaven is a fresh summer roll dipped in peanut sauce.
There was a point in my first pregnancy where my bubble kind of burst. Not in a bad way - no one tried to hurt my feelings - but reality sunk in. I was sitting at the OB/CNM office, waiting for my appointment, praying my blood pressure would be good while simultaneously feeling my heart nervously racing, I looked around at all the other pregnant women sitting there in the waiting room, and I suddenly just felt very quotidian. Before then I had felt very special. Like I'm pregnant! Isn't that fantastic!? Don't you want to know the details? Isn't it a miracle that a tiny BABY is growing inside ME?
And then all of a sudden, in that moment in the waiting room, I felt un-special. I felt like the hundreds and millions and billions of women who have been pregnant since time began. Like the millions of other women who are pregnant right now. I just felt like a woman who was living through what most other women will live through in their lives.
That's sort of how I've felt since the beginning of this one. No big deal - women have been doing this forever. Including me, and I have a pretty good track record.