The Child has reached a stage of constant movement. Seriously. He is rarely still. And this morning, for the first time, his kicking WOKE me up. Between that and his hiccups, I think it’s going to be a long 9 1/2 weeks. Oi. And he has perfected the judo chops that actually make me nauseous for a moment. Oh, the joys. I wish I had a video camera hookup so i could tell what the hell he’s doing in there. The movement is still pretty amazing, but it’s also bordering on annoying. Especially when he has those darn hiccups, which I think he’s already had three times this week.
Well, at least the hot weather broke. I might actually get some sleep tonight. If Buddy lets me, that is. He’s trying to prepare me for feedings every two hours, I just know it. And to that, I say STOP IT or I’ll only feed you once a day! (Do I have to say I’m kidding?)
Tomorrow I have to go in for a 3 hour glucose test. They want me to fast for 8 hours. Who in their right mind asks a pregnant woman to fast, and then expects her to go another 3 1/2 hours without eating while they poke her FOUR times to draw blood? What sadistic person thought that one up? Probably a man, because he’ll never have to go through it. Bastards.
So, I’m beginning to think that Thanksgiving can’t come soon enough. But, I might just manage to survive if the heat stays gone. I hope?
