68 days to go

68 days. 68 days and I will have my jabbing, kicking, somersaulting cuddle bug in my arms. So crazy. So amazingly crazy.
My belly is measuring 30 in. I weigh 129.5. And I still feel like the skin on my belly is going to split.

I know pregnancy is filled with individual idiosyncrasies. What is true for one woman is not always true for the next. Some women LOVE being pregnant. (i still think they have a slight chemical imbalance) I think some women are built to endure pregnancy better than others. There is an outline.. a guide of "milestones" that inform you of what you should be going through at any given time. I know that I have it pretty good. As uncomfortable I may be, I know in the grand scheme of being pregnant; I've got it pretty good.

I don't have the swelling that my poor sister had to endure. As she likes to point out, I can still wear my flip flops. My toes are still toes and haven't turned into sausages. I have gained 26.5 pounds and I am 30 weeks...I know that is good. However, I do have obnoxious heartburn. At all times of the day.
It feels good to sit up straight which is turning out to be a good thing for my posture. I can feel movement in my pubic symphysis...the piece of cartilage that connects the two hip bones together. It is a highly strange and uncomfortable twinge of a pain. But apparently normal. It's all a guessing game. You just don't know what symptoms you are going to experience. I guess that is half the fun.

HA! Half the fun. Whatever.

Anyway. I am so excited to meet this child. Excited to see what it looks like. Excited to figure out it's idiosyncrasies. I'm super nervous but I'm ready...emotionally... for this. I'm excited and anxious all at the same time.

Oh yea. I decided not to have an epidural. It's like $1500. No thanks. Even with the 62% discount. It's a bill I'll be paying off for MONTHS, okay, YEARS to come. SO....I decided to endure the pain for one day rather than years.

I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. (sweat is starting to bead on my forehead already) I apologize in advance to anyone who might be in the delivery room for any nasty remark I might make. It's just the pain talkin'!