Not a ton to report but man, you are getting heavy to carry around. I feel just a huge amount of pressure and when I bend over, it is like you flip over and press even further. I told your dad that my uterus was just not cut out to carry around a baby. His response was "it must be." A lot of support there, huh? Actually, what I meant was that my uterus is not meant to carry around a 40 week baby. I think it can only hold out til 37 weeks :)
We have been sleeping a bit better since the doctor told us to drug up. We went to bed at a decent hour on Sunday & Monday and slept all the way through the night. I know it is necessary for us to get some sleep but I really do hate drugging you up. I hope to maybe drug us up for a week then maybe we will be on a routine where I don't need to drug up. I could probably sell these drugs on the street and have enough to pay for your stroller or something :)
I wondered today if you would have any birthmarks. I have two and your dad has one. I have a LARGE one on my elbow. When I was little, it was completely noticeable and I probably had a complex about it. However, now, I don't even notice it. I also have a small one (about the size of a quarter) on my right thigh. When I said that to your dad, he said "You do not." Thankfully, my right leg also has a tattoo so if he ever needs to identify my body by my right leg, the tattoo will do it. Apparently, he would not recognize me by that birthmark. (Side note: Have you noticed your parents have a warped sense of humor? Get used to it) Your dad's is small too. Now, I am feeling like a dork because I can't remember where it is - I am so focused on the one on my leg. I yelled down at him (yes, he lives downstairs and I live upstairs). His is on his hip. I wonder if you will have one too.
I have a new photo for you. This is us at 29+ weeks. Yes, your mom is a dork and I should have taken the momentous 28 week shot but I didn't get around to it. Tonight, I had to actually comb my hair and put on semi-decent clothes as we had to go to a funeral service. So, I figured I would let you see my gut. Yep, you are in there wiggling around. Most of the time, you are right about where my hands are. I have no idea why the pregnancy belly is above it but you like to hang out low. Your dad (the genius that he is) patiently informed me tonight that this is because of gravity. While I agree with his brain surgeon theory, you hang out low when we are laying down too. I wore this shirt (technically a dress but not for tall chics like your mom) a couple of weeks ago when we went on our hot date with Gramma Lang, remember? Um, it wasn't nearly this tight. You are definitely a growing boy. Our pregnancy program said you will gain 1/2 lb a week from now on and triple in size before you pop out. Your dad got quite a hearty giggle at your mom squeezing out a 9 pounder.
Oh, hey - that is your room too. That is your wall. That is your paint color. Your dad is about half done painting. He is going to finish up this week. I am not sure what is going to go on that wall when your room is done. It is either going to be a big dresser with a hutch or your changing table. It is still up in the air.
One final note. I have been making adjustments to my medications. Long boring story that you don't care about. Lord have mercy, I can definitely tell a difference. My mood swings are out of control. My irritability is at an all time high. The demon pregnant wife your dad has been fearing (after hearing about it from friends or seeing it on tv) is now coming out. When I mentioned to him last night how surprised I was that the medication has been keeping me so in check and this must be how a pregnant chic normally feels, he said (very quietly and very shyly and not looking me directly in the eye) "Well, maybe it would be better for you to stay on your medicine." I think he means that it would be better for HIM :)
Well, good night little one. It is time to drug up and hit the sack.