I must have been bloated last week. I'm barely bumpy, but everything still feels bigger. I'm also down a pound from last week. Bloat, yo.
Over the weekend, some of my pregnancy symptoms eased up. I was relieved for a minute; then I panicked. Then I remembered that I have doctor's orders not to worry. I went almost a whole day feeling tired-but-awesome before my back went out. (For no reason! I woke up in excruciating pain! Naturally, I suspect foul play.) This is the first flare-up I've had in months, and it's a doozy. I blame the fact that I've managed to exercise a whopping three times so far this winter. I also managed to catch a cold
by standing out in the snow without enough clothes on from Westley (who caught it from Rob), so I am sore, sick, and still exhausted even after a full night's sleep.
Despite some physical discomforts, I'm feeling pretty good about this pregnancy. I go in for my next midwife appointment on Wednesday evening. I'll be very interested to hear what she has to say about Dr. K's recommendation of regular cervical checks and monthly ultrasounds. Rob and I already have two girl names and a handful of boy names that we're trying out. When we crawl into bed at night, I try to imagine a little swaddled bundle between us.