Pregnancy is not for wimps!

Ok, I will be the first to admit it......I....Am....A....Wimp.

I'm sitting in my 34 week appointment with my doctor who also happens to be my employer, and I'm telling her all about the woes of pregnancy which she is more than familiar with.  And I think trying to comfort me and make me feel good about myself, she laughs and says, "well Sara, pregnancy isn't for wimps, it's hard."  I'm glad she can be forward and blunt with me about everything, and I'm also glad that I have this advantage working in health care.  I've learned soo much!  I'm just hoping when the time comes, I won't be the patient calling in and freaking out, but I'll be able to say, hey, here's what I would tell someone calling in.

The last leg of pregnancy.........it sucks.  Being pregnant and not being able to eat what I want sucks.  Being pregnant, not being able to eat what I want and working......sucks.  But!  Shelly also reminded me that you get something amazing for all of your hard work.  And that something amazing, has a huge head.

Laying in bed this morning I look down at myself and see this softball sized mass sticking out of my stomach.....and it's hard as a rock.  Yep, Tristan takes after his daddy.....haha just kidding.  But the little booger is still breech, and I think it's very unlikely that he will move because he has been terribly stubborn up until now.  So I've been prepping myself for a version, which means doctors will manually try and turn him from the outside.  And if that doesn't work, I will end up with a very attractive scar on my belly that will serve as a memento of my 9 month battle.

My other favorite part about the last few weeks of pregnancy (5 left!) are the Braxton Hicks contractions.  I've been getting them since about 20 weeks (lucky me), but now, they are super fun.  I'll be in the middle of rooming a patient, and I'll try to quick stand up from the computer to take a vital sign and not be able to move.  Then I just look like this 90 year old hunched back woman.  Oh, and I dropped a pen the other day and reached down like a doofus to pick it up and both my hips popped like machine guns....yeah that patient had a good laugh.

I also love how Nick and I will be sitting on the cough together and I will point out Tristan moving.  Then he makes this disgusted but in awe face and goes, "what the crap?!"  So I grab the blanket and cover my belly up, and then he laughs at me.  I guess it does look kinda crazy.  It sure don't feel to great at this point either.

And one more thing.  Finally!  My nails have grown to a respectable length.  And so I painted them all pretty like.  But then two of them broke.  I didn't want to cut them off because then the rest of my nails would look ridiculous, so I held them together with bandaids and then went to buy super glue at the store.  Then I just glued them back on.  Am I silly or what?  Probably, haha