Photo and 35 week appointment

 Like how there is no photo? seriously...lazy!

I have been busy, busy, busy. And super tired. Balancing work, housework, school, and pregnancy isn't so easy. Makes for zombie Jessica.

This last appointment my amniotic fluid was lower than the week before. They told me to make sure I was doing my kick counts 2x a day and if fewer than 10 movements in 2 hours then to call them if after office hours go right to the ER. It was 7.94, I worked the night before pretty sure I was dehydrated...but we shall see. Makes me kind of wonder if I have a small amniotic leak and have just been thinking that it is normal discharge from pregnancy. Anyways my doctor said six or less and it is happy early birthday Matthew!

My next appointment is the 21st (Wednesday), so until then my goal is to drink at least a gallon of water a day. Yes 128oz of water, on top of whatever fluid I get from fruit and other beverages. I did it the first day, yesterday I wasn't close. And today I have gotten 48oz in thus far. *Sigh*

On a high note he is in the 68 percentile his guessed weight is to be 6lbs already!! Holy guacamole. And as you can tell by the photos above, I have dropped quite a bit. Making me need to run to the bathroom more (especially when he is active) and making the waddle to make an appearance at times.

Yesterday was my birthday and I was feeling quite depressed. 25 years old. It might have been hormones. But I made my own cake for work, I had one friend physically call and wish me happy birthday, the rest were via facebook and text (talk about depressing right there!). I am thinking Monday night when we have a big turkey dinner with my best friend and her hubby that I may have to treat myself to a small DQ ice cream cake...it sounds so good. Anyways, I am starting to feel huge. I wouldn't trade it for anything but getting sick of acid reflux keeping me awake and being uncomfortable in my own skin. I have truly been blessed this pregnancy with lack of uncomfortable symptoms for the most part.

My coworkers keep reminding me of how wonderful it is to have me be pregnant versus all the other women at work that treat pregnancy like it is some disease that makes them unable to work. I get told I am a trooper and all that good jazz. Do I over do it at times? Yes, certainly...because I am one to jump up if there is an alarm, or a call light. I am one to book it to a room when there is a resident crying out. And I hope to one day have an aide like me if I have to be in a nursing home. One that comes in with a smile, even if her feet are hurting, and asks, "What can I do for you honey?" (Yes, I do use the "terms of endearment" such as honey, dear, and sweetie....the residents I work with really don't mind and smile when they see my face). Anyways, I was bemoaning working with one of my pregnant co-workers that milks pregnancy. Maybe her pregnancies really do suck, but I can remember last time she went home early all the time...and this time it is the same. Complaining, complaining, complaining. She is not even 20 weeks yet and is already having sciatic pain...oiy we are all in trouble! Here I am squatting, booking it room to room, and transferring people without much of an issue other than the round belly that gets in the way, and there she is teetering room to room, with a grimace on her face, and such....oiy!

After complaining to co-worker about how I feel like a whale and am sick of other one's complaints...I walk down the hall towards my end of the building. When I hear her yell to me, "I can't even tell you are pregnant from here Jess!" Congrats to me, I am obviously all belly. My ass looks the same ;-)

There is so much I need to accomplish before wednesday just in case they decide to have a Birthday Party for Matthew that I need to let you go. And fight the urge to go take a nap.....zzzzz. But there might be some ice cream in my future for doing the dishes and laundry, reward system right?