My chief complaint: middle back pain. I have been told that stretching, heating pads, and wearing a wedge heel (rather than the stylish tall and thin one) while working will help to cure this ailment. I guess the whole bigger-boobs-and-bigger-belly thing is starting to take it's toll. Baby's got FRONT.
I developed a super-natural power for spotting a bathroom. Anywhere. It's like x-ray vision for an available toilet. It's a good thing, too, because I often need to use the restroom once (or twice) while grocery shopping. Or going to the pharmacy. Or going...well, anywhere, actually.
My once-every-4-week OB check up has been upgraded to a once-every-2-week check up. Hooray. More time in the waiting room. And, did I mention that our OB has the exact same due date as us? I hope Connor makes his debut before her baby does.
It takes me forever to get ready. Ok, that part isn't new. I guess I should say that it takes me LONGER than forever to get ready these days. It's nice when you go to your closet of already limited attire and find out that what you wore last week...or the week before...doesn't fit anymore. Let me correct that: it may fit, but it isn't exactly something you should wear in public.
Lastly but not leastly, let's discuss the belly button dilemna. It has started stretching and filling in a little bit. GREAT. I was hopeful that I could escape the Thanksgiving Day Turkey look but it looks like I won't be that lucky. In about two weeks I bet that my turkey will be telling the world that "this turkey is DONE"... but won't be served for 9 or 10 more weeks. The nurse said I can use duct tape or possibly a band-aid to keep it hidden. I wonder if it'll be a stub, like a finger, or squishy? The anticipation is killing me as I am sure it killing you, too...
It appears that my belly has picked up the pace growth-wise (here is a belly shot from 26 weeks). So, I need to go to Home Depot to make sure we're prepared for anything that "pops up" in the next few weeks.