Bumpdate: 34 Weeks

It's been a busy week, for everyone I'm sure. Our Christmas was peaceful and fun, and even included a heavy dusting of snow! (Heavy for Texas). I turned 31, which wasn't as fun. 31 feels old finally; I might start lying about my age. Plus, it really just blows having your birthday right between Christmas and New Years. It turned into an afterthought back when I was about 13 years old, so I'd be just as content to ignore it entirely at this point. I do think it's neat that I had my first baby at 21 and now my last at 31. The Sailor likes to tease that we're the same age for the next three months. He still hits the new decade before me each time, so enjoy it while it lasts babe.

The highlight of the day was my Doctors appointment in the morning. I've been incredibly uncomfortable lately - not in a way that worries me, but it's obvious that we're heading towards the finish line. My last pregnancy cruised right into the 38th week and I delivered Anna with very few braxton hicks or discomfort. With the twins I woke up at 1 AM on this day (34 weeks 1 day)  and told the Sailor that something was wrong, but I didn't know what. We went into the hospital and I had severe pre-eclampsia and was admitted. The twins were delivered one week later. I'm still optimistic that Margo will make it to February 1st, but she's embracing her last few weeks in the womb and keeping me fully aware of her presence. 

Symptoms: A lot of contractions and belly tightening, nausea, hips hurt, headache, I've got it all. I pee 9 million times a day, so it was a relief for the Doctor to confirm that she's sitting very low. I was walking downstairs yesterday when she kicked hard and I swear I thought her foot was going to pop right out.

Weight: Up 2 lbs. I'm now just below my delivery weight with Anna. He didn't care. I don't care. Pass the muffins. Ironically, I've been eating a lot less than normal lately. Even when I stare at the plate and want to eat, there's just nowhere for the food to go.

Food: Our refrigerator is bulging at the seams now that the Sailor is home. Between he and my step-mom's holiday cooking I'm in carnivore heaven.

Nursery: My sweet friend mailed a canvas painting that she got in Paris a few years ago. It matches the room colors perfectly and it's gorgeous. The fact that little Margo has all of this art from Paris, thanks to friends and family, puts such a big smile on my face.

Belly: Zero effort put into this photo. I planned to get a shot while we were out for some couples time this afternoon, but it was so cold that we hurried home and put pajamas on. I found a stretch mark yesterday. You can actually see it in this picture : on the turtle flipper. Yep...pointing out my stretch mark on the internet... What can I say, I'm an over-sharer, and it's kind of a milestone. If it weren't light and on a tattoo on my side, I might be freaking out. As long as that's the one and only, I can embrace it. 

The next Bumpdate will be the week the Sailor arrives home for the duration of the pregnancy. That's a pretty scary thought. I'm ready, but not.

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