29. I think we are going to have some Olympic athletes here.
The Nuggets are moving All. The. Time.
It's starting to hurt. Before, everything was fun and new and exciting. Every time they pushed on my belly I was in awe. Now I'm like, "stop it, that hurt!" There is less and less space in there, yet the Nuggets like to have dance parties or kung fu fighting matches.
The symptoms that other people complained about months ago are just now starting to annoy me. The heartburn is out of control. I cannot even drink water without it causing reflux. Water people!
My knuckles in both hands, knees, lower back and my entire pelvic bone area all hurt. Ache. Consistently. I shouldn't complain because it would be that much harder having to get up and go to work every day. I'm actually becoming grateful appreciative for the bed rest at this point. Sleep is becoming more ellusive then ever and just finding a comfortable position is tough.
Doctor's appointment yesterday went well. The cervix is still stable, which is amazing to me. I've been having a lot of contractions lately. Especially in the evenings. The "rule" is, anything more than 4-5 contractions in an hour and we head to the hospital. They always slow down juuuust in time to not hit the "rule" marker. Let me tell you how much I don't like braxton hicks. I can only imagine what real labor contractions will feel like.
Unfortunately, Nugget B is still breech. I doubt he is going to turn around. Therefore I am coming to grips with the fact that we will be looking at a C-section. The goal is still to get past the 36 week marker, so their birthday will be somewhere in mid-late October. I think next week will be my last week of full bed rest. Then they will encourage me to get up and move around a little bit more. Still no work, no driving, no shopping. So nothing fun.
I leave you with my unedited 33 week picture - that bump is really stretching out there!