{ yes, i totally copied the idea for this pic from here }
Week 29 seems to be the week of the weird ass dreams. They are constant. And so ridiculous, I can’t help but laugh to myself every morning as I recall them. I’m going to have to start keeping a dream journal. This stuff is going to make me rich one day.
This week thetheater formerly known as Nikki’s Brain, is showing:
Trials of Our Lives – A soap opera style nightmare in which I am standing trial for committing a heinous crime against an unnamed victim. I’m not sure if I should be happy(for me) or sad(for them) that two of my closest friends were standing trial with me. Lol.
The One Who Swallowed A Fly – Picture a live action version of the children’s story book with me playing the role of the Old Lady.
This week the scale at the doctor’s office jumped to number one on the “Things I Love” list. After the mild reprimand at our last appointment about the amount of weight I’d gained since Thanksgiving, it was nice to hear that I hadn’t put on any weight this time. Not that I’m stressing hard over weight gain but it is nice to have a small reprieve from the slowly upward motion of the numbers on the scale. Baby is doing great. The kicks and jabs are segueing into more rolling, shifting movements which just feels weird. I’m fascinated with watching my belly – its not unheard of to find me sitting on the couch with my shirt up staring at the dancing lumps and knobs while yelling for Harry and Kaleb to “hurry, come look!”
The belly is getting big. Not giant “OH MY GOD SHE’S GOING TO POP!” big (yet), but big. I’ve lost my already poor sense of depth perception which coupled with the shifting center of gravity I’ve got going is throwing off my balance like crazy. The other day, I was walking through the house and turned around to say something to Kaleb – who made the mistake of following too closely, and pretty much smacked him in the head with the belly. Oops.
I’ve also had to start calling for help to wrestle my boots on in the morning because the bending that is required to get them up my calves is enough to cut off oxygen flow to my brain and make bring me perilously close to passing out. Its probably in everyone’s best interest that I reclaim the recliner and only move from it when absolutely necessary.
My hormones are on line and alive lately. Most specifically: rage. The day we left for Vegas, I lost my sh*t on a poor unhelpful customer service rep. I’ve been in customer service and have gotten yelled at by customers before – its not fun but it happens. Don’t mess with a cranky pregnant lady just hours before she’s supposed to hop a flight and hightail it out of town for a much needed weekend of R&R. Seriously. You try to not go all crazy psycho after an hour and a half of being put on hold and transferred from department to department to finally be told that the problem can’t be taken care of. After my psycho rant, I was finally transferred to a female tech and she managed to fix the problem in less than five minutes. Hmmm.
Luckily my guys are taking the crazy mood swings in stride. Happy to sad to mad to tears and back again. Such is the life, right?
I thought this picture is from day 32 but Harry has assured me that today is day 30. Which means the above picture is from day 22. Which means last week’s picture date is off. Another oops. Its hard to count days when you’re busy counting weeks till D-Day. I’m still loving the beard – except for the fact that I can’t see his dimples anymore. But they’ll be back. He’s bringing the shaving kit to the hospital in Feb. 
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