33 weeks

Well, this was the week that pregnancy officially became uncomfortable for me.  I guess it was bound to happen eventually, and I still can't complain with only 7 weeks left...at least not on here.  Nate hears about it plenty though.  But hey, I'm growing a baby inside of me, the least he can do is listen to me complain every now and then :) haha.  No, it really hasn't been too bad.  The heartburn has kicked it up another notch and there have been times that it has been so painful that I didn't know if I wanted to throw up or cough or what to help.  I had to sleep sitting up a few nights this week because it was keeping me up for hours.  Fortunately though, as long as I don't have heartburn, I am still sleeping great. (Can you tell this is pretty much the most important thing to me since I mention that I'm so grateful I am still sleeping the whole night in every post?)  Nate on the other hand has been having trouble sleeping for a few months now, which I feel bad about... but if he's going to be up anyways then I won't feel as bad sleeping while he takes care of baby girl ;).

The only other thing that made this week uncomfortable is that I feel like overnight I became huge.  On Friday at school it felt like I was carrying a fanny pack full of bricks around.  And I kept bending over to pick up a crayon, or tie a shoe, or whatever it was and my stomach would get in the way!  I need to learn to squat instead of bending over now that my tummy gets squished every time.

Another thing to note that happened this week was the other night when we got into bed baby girl was going CRAZY.  Seriously, I kept twitching and jumping because she was kicking SO hard, I have never felt her that much or that consistently.  Nate put his hand on my stomach, which usually calms her down, but she just kept at it and we ended up laughing about it as she kept it up for a good ten minutes or so until I finally turned over and she settled down.  Although Nate loves to feel his little girl moving around, he did admit that he could see how that could become a little uncomfortable every now and then.

And on a side note, I have no idea why Nate putting his hand on my stomach usually calms her down, but every time I tell him she's moving and he tries to feel her she stops.

Anyways, here I am at 33 weeks.

Nate wouldn't just take the picture and was frustrating me... hence my facial expression.