My. ribs. hurt.

I had a check-up today.  I’m up 30 lbs. (not happy about that, but it is what it is, I guess.)  I’m 1.5-2 cm dilated, 60% effaced, -2 station.  So—things are starting, but labor is still off in the distance by several weeks.  They are estimating an 8.5-9 lb. baby when all is said and done.  I’m starting my weekly appointments this week, so there’s going to be a lot more driving back and forth to the hospital.  Plus, my chiropractor wants to see me now once each week, which is fine, but is just another thing to pencil into the calendar.

I feel good, other than the fact that my back, hips, and ribs hurt nearly all the time.  Sleep is hard.  Breathing is hard.  How is it that I forgot how miserable this last month of pregnancy is?  It’s been especially hard to wrangle Holden.  He’s had a few days this week with full-on temper tantrums that required me to put him in time out.  Of course, he thought it would be cute to giggle and run away from me instead of going to his room for his punishment, so I had to drag all 40 lbs of him into his room, which always kills my back and makes my stomach tense up.  I think he’s going through typical 3.5 year old stuff, but I also think that he’s upset that I can’t do as many things with him as I used to—like chasing him around the yard, playing hide and seek, getting on my hands and knees to play, etc.  He just needs to get used to it, because this is how it is.

I have more to say, but my back is on fire just sitting here for a few minutes typing.  Sitting for any length of time is unbearable.  I’m working up until my due date, and although I really love my job, the whole sitting-in-front-of-a-computer thing is not working out too well these days.

Oh, and I could use a drink:)