Now I'm down in it

This afternoon we took Evan up to the park to hit some baseballs and play at the playground. He's been going crazy after being in the house so much the past week, and I think we all needed a bit of fresh air. It was a nice time--the sun was shining, and Ev was excited to be outside. The only bad part of the day for me was my own waddling around the park like a hippopotamus. I hadn't noticed it so much just being in the house, but when I was trying to chase down baseballs or follow Ev to the swings, I realized how large and slow I've become. It's sad really, but I guess it comes with the territory.

I wouldn't know, of course, because as of this weekend I'm as pregnant as I've ever been. Thrilling, isn't it? I'll be 31 weeks on Tuesday, and Evan was born midway through his 30th week. So I'm now in uncharted territory, and it's a little odd. Nothing remarkable has changed over the past few days, but I've reached a good point where I can say anything from here on out is considered a win.

I'm actually feeling pretty good, aside from the hippo stuff. I am having trouble with my hips hurting, and my hands get swollen almost every day now, but other than that I'm doing okay. Last week my doctor started me on an iron supplement, as my iron was low at my last check-up. It has helped a little with fatigue--I had been feeling very tired, almost to the point of not being able to do anything in the afternoons, and that has lessened. I'm glad for that, because I had fallen asleep on the couch more than once while Ev played trains, and that's not cool.

My next doctor's appointment is Wednesday, and I'm guessing all will be well and we'll just keep going. We're down into the single digits of weeks left, and that is both exciting and terrifying. Mostly because that means we're going to have to pick a name.