So, yeah, the back/pelvic/hip pain – whatever I want to call it – is still kicking my ass, so to speak.  And it’s getting really frustrating, being so limited in what I can do, and how I can do it.  The cringeing agony is also not so much fun.

But everything else is ok.  I’m still dealing with heartburn – like, say, when I eat spicy Indian food at 9pm before going to bed at 11pm (but it was so GOOD!) but it’s manageable, and it doesn’t really keep me from doing anything except eating chocolate late at night.  Which isn’t good for me anyway, so I’m trying not to feel too bitter about that.  Weight gain is right where it’s supposed to be at about 18#, and while my boobs look like someone attacked them with a tube of lipstick – wow!  So THAT’S what a stretchmark is! – the belly is still untouched.  I realize I have plenty of time for that, but I’m feeling fortunate that it’s not worse at this point.

I go in for my 28/29 week Rhogam shot this Friday, which is yet another milestone.  Next ultrasound (or is it OB appointment?) is next week, and the other (OB or ultrasound) the week after.  Since I’m switching to every-other-week appointments now, I’m thinking my life is soon going to feel like I spend all my time in SuperStarOB’s waiting room.  Which is better than spending it at work.  I will not be spending any more time (or money) in the PT’s waiting room, so I guess it all works out.

I think we’ve come up with a plan for Thor’s bedroom.  Which is currently the Boy’s office/exercise room/ hallway to the bathroom/dog-gear containment area wherein lie all her toys and beds and food bowls, etc.  I’m pleased because it appears that the Boy has put some thought into where all this stuff will need to go, as well as into where the stuff currently living in the room he’ll be moving his office into will go.  Since I’m going to be sitting in a comfy chair and directing him: “No, dear.  A little to the left” while tugging on a string of pearls and eating a bonbon or something, I figure it’s a good thing that I won’t also have to be nagging him about the need to start the process as well.

It’s hot out, so the dog is boycotting her walks.  If she weren’t a whippet I’d be able to call her fat and lazy, but as it is, she’s just skinny and lazy.  Really lazy.  Lazy like I wish I could be.

Have I mentioned that I have just about 1 month left of work, and that I’m officially counting down days?  Have I mentioned how ecstatic I am – already – to have work-free days on the horizon?  Have I mentioned that I hope I deliver right on time – not even just because I want a perfectly cooked kid, but also because if he were to come early I’d miss out on some of my eagerly anticipated downtime pre-birth?  Well, I do, I am and I do.  I need some serious rest.  This pregnancy stuff is hard work and it’s kicking my elderly ass.

Yawn.  Going to go face the day (and the bad performance review).  Yippeee.