33 Weeks

I think I’ve almost gotten used to being pregnant after 8 months.  I have a really hard time remembering what it was like to not have a part of me that runs into things on a regular basis (just when I figure out how much space I take up, it changes).

Our little girl is on the move a lot.  Yesterday when we arrived at church around 11am she started her dancing and she did not let up all day.  ALL DAY.  On days that she moves that much I really want her on the other side of my stomach; not because I don’t like feeling her move, but because I want to see her.  I can only imagine she either has some great dreams happening or some kind of marathon training schedule going on in there.  I’m also beginning to be very curious about what she looks like – what features she stole from Andrew and I.  I’m pretty sure she is adorable; she feels cute :)

She discovered my ribs in the last few weeks.  When her foot isn’t in my rib cage, she has her foot/leg poking out my right side so I can feel it very distinctly.  It takes quite a bit of effort on my part to get her to readjust her position, and often she is very stubborn and ignores my attempts to have us share space a little more comfortably.  It doesn’t hurt too much yet, but I have a feeling we could be in for a rough couple of weeks if this favored position keeps up.  I’m not exactly sure  how she does it, but I also feel her often pushing against both the far left and right side of stomach.  As of Monday, the doctor said she was head down, but I’m not sure that she stays that way.

I’m trying to be very efficient with how I use my time, which has become more and more precious with each passing week.  I’m not as tired as I have been the entire rest of my pregnancy (teaching and moving takes a lot out of person!).  Now that I have recovered from both major events I am moving at a slightly slower but steady pace trying to accomplish the list I created while in college, “When I am no longer in school and have time to…”.  But that period of time is sandwiched between the coming of our little girl.

So here’s to pressing forward while time continues to FLY.