35 weeks pregnant and….

116 pounds.
Baby is still head -down.  She’s doing all swell in there and according to the last ultrasound (today) she’s growing nicely although for the life of me, I can’t remember how big she was.  Is.  Whatever.  It was normal range, so I forgot and my dear husband pretends he never heard.
She has not, however, dropped yet.  Turd.
The amniotic fluid is a tad low – it’s supposed to be between 10 and 20 and it’s 11.  So, it’s still “normal range” but kinda pushing it’s luck.  Not that that should surprise you, it IS my body after all.  We follow no rules.  Well…kind of.

In other news, well…actually just the rest of the OB visit and random notes…
We did the Group B Strep Test and the results of that should be in soon…
And, then they did another swabbing, because I obviously just couldn’t get enough of the fun-ness and turns out, I am NOT continuously leaking amniotic fluid.  Which is good news, in case you were wondering.  I had spotted some “mysterious ” looking fluid that was all cloudy and swirly and not really pee one morning, but apparently that’s not what it is.  So, I guess I just pee magic fog occasionally now.  Which is cool.  Maybe it’ll do tricks?  I don’t know.  (Or maybe it was amniotic fluid and it’s just not leaking any more.  Or, maybe it’s just magic.)

I’m supposed to go back next week.  Every week, actually, til this kidling is born.  We’re in the home stretch.  Woo.

Oh yeh, I almost forgot to mention that my ankles still look like ankles and I’m quite proud.  It may or may not have much to do with the fact that I’ve been keeping my feet up mostly anyhow because it’s uncomfortable to sit any other way and if I sit straight up, it hurts my insides and baby A gets really ticked off.  I also almost forgot that for the most part I’ve done REALLY good with only occasionally having indigestion, but it is pretty much remedied by laying down – meaning I’m only getting it because the child is smooshing stuff.  Um…and sometimes it feels like I am laying ON her.  Especially when I lay on my left side.  So, I always get scared I’m laying on her arm or brain and cutting off circulation and while part of me wants to say it serves you right, the rest of me feels like a bad mom so I just turn over.  I’m such a pushover.

Oh, and then there’s the occasional body aches and the out of breath-ness from NOTHING except the child messing with my innards.  So, there’s that.  All normal and jazz.

In OTHER news,
I’ve hinted around about a meeting and such today and possible changes and such and well…

It didn’t quite turn out the way we were kind of hoping.  I mean, it did…but it didn’t.  We never really got our hopes up and we’re trying to be open to whatever it is that’s supposed to happen…but still…it could’ve been the “answer” – but it wasn’t.  And, for that I’m a bit disappointed – but also relieved since it’d mean a whole new set of circumstances I haven’t yet come to terms with.  But, it also means we still have no answer for how this will turn out or which path to take.

It means that for now, we’ll be looking for homes for our kitty cats so we can move at the drop of a hat.  It means that for now, we still aren’t sure whether we’ll see our tomato and corn grow and be able to harvest the work of our hands.  For now, we don’t know if our future plans will involve relearning to integrate ourselves in an entirely new community away from our support network – our friends and family.

And so…we continue to walk by faith.  Blindly.

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