31 Weeks

We're wrapping up week 31 now. I don't think the little guy can decide how he's best comfortable. Almost daily he seems to switch positions in the early evening hours. Many times he moves to being transverse, laying sideways, and then in the morning I wake up and he's moved perpendicular again. Hopefully in the end he'll decide on head down.

We had our check up on Wednesday and everything appeared just as it should be. His heart was beating strong and I was actually all contracted as he was listening for the heartbeat, so my belly looked quite interesting. All my vitals are still good, although my weight took a leap forward. Woah!!! I guess all that holiday eating caught up with me. I reached the 20lb. weight gain mark. I know it's all for a good cause, and it really does no good to worry about it, but somehow seeing that number creep up is always a little unnerving. I must admit though it's nice to see all these weight loss commercials and hear everyone I work with talk about all their diets and think, "Not me!" for once. My time will come soon enough but for now I'm trying to embrace my extra padding and I'm definitely loving watching every inch of the belly grow!

One new thing I've noticed is that my moods and emotions seem to change fairly often during the day. I kept reading in my books that mood swings and crying were par for the course and I was constantly thinking, "What could I possibly have to cry about?" Well, I'm learning there doesn't even have to be a reason. The water works come much more easily now!

Yesterday, I did a little retail therapy after work. I'd received a gift card for Christmas and had a couple returns to make as well so I ventured off to Motherhood. It always takes a good pep talk before I head into that place because I know I'm sure to be bombarded with them trying to sell me a million things I don't need and convincing me to sign up for their college saving plan credit card. I swear they are like vultures just preying on the weaknesses of hormonal mommies to be. I was impressed though. The girl definitely did her sales pitch for the credit card and offered to bring me every bra in the store, but I held strong, and she was polite and backed off. It's funny how the things I shop for are quickly changing. It's went from stylish and cute tops that I know will probably only fit for a couple months to thinking, "Hmmm....what can I possibly squeeze into for the next 9 weeks??" It's also turned much more practical. I've ventured into the world of nursing bras, nursing tanks, nursing pj's,.......sheesh! Not something so much that I can wear to work and show off as my cute new digs, but more likely to help me get through the end of pregnancy and the beginning of motherhood in comfort. All these "nursing clothes" are confusing I tell ya. Some of the contraptions are quite interesting looking and I find it hard to really know what size I'll need by then anyways. Everyone seems to say go big, so I'm following suit and hope they're right.

Well, off to work I go. I just LOVE Fridays! :)