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34 Weeks

34 Weeks! MEGA BABY. I can't believe how big my tum is, and I really can't believe it is going to get even bigger. I am just really REALLY hoping that I have inherited my mom's ability to deliver big babies without a lot of issues. We are both flexible, which they say helps... fingers crossed.

Speaking of being bendy, Amanda and I went to another Prenatal Yoga class this week. This one felt a lot better than the first one. The instructor mixes up the routine and I think each class will be a bit different from the last. I bought a package for 5 classes (Mana picked up 10) which I can hopefully use up before Babby arrives. The meditation portion was much less weird this time, she asked us to visualize the moment the baby is born: "it is being placed in your arms, you can feel the weight of the baby, you are looking at his or her face and touching his or her skin." Rather than feeling relaxed by this I felt overwhelmed and I almost started crying, lol. Any time I see a video of birth I also start crying. I am pretty sure this means I will be blubbering once it actually happens. To imagine looking down at the baby like that really made me realize that such a moment is ACTUALLY about to happen. whoa. I'm going to be holding our baby in my arms very soon. Ho-ly f-alala.

This morning I pulled out my journal and read entries I wrote at the beginning of the pregnancy. I was in bad shape! "Misery," "Nightmare," and "Hell" were used a lot.  I was just not prepared to feel so awful. Thank goodness the nausea subsided. I will take my aches and pains over that any day.

Aaaaand now I will complain about my aches and pains! It is mostly my ribs and my feet that hurt from weight. I was taking walks every once in a while, but that doesn't work so great anymore. Yoga and swimming are ideal because of low-impact.  Last fall we were in great shape. This year... uh, well I can use pregnancy as an excuse, but I am sure there are other factors making two laps of side-stroke feel like we just ran a 5k. The 80 year old lady was swimming faster than me.

So I posted this entry and I think I wrote more stuff but it vanished. Oops. I think I wrote more, but I can't remember what I wrote so oh well.


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