7 Months....some random journaling!

Whenever I hit 7 Months in a Pregnancy I feel a sense of relief. It was drilled into my head when I was pregnant with the triplets that I had to make it to 7 months/28 weeks.(I made it to 33 w/ them) So, I think in my mind I am still obsessed with that magic number. Well here I am at 28 weeks and very excited. Emma is approx. 2 1/2 pounds and moving around like crazy.

Today I had my 7 month appt. All is well. So far I have gained a total of 9 pounds since my first visit. It helps that I am so sick the first few months and lose a few pounds during that time. I'm sure the next few weeks will be filled with much more weight gain.

If you see me regularly, you may have noticed that I refuse to wear maternity clothing and I haven't worn any yet. Thanks to the style of low rise jeans that fit perfectly below my belly and a lot of my blouse type shirts that still fit I've been able to avoid maternity wear. I do feel like I am growing fast, so I might not be able to keep up with my stubborn ways. Because of my refusal to wear/purchase maternity clothing, you might see me in my last two months of pregnancy wearing the same few outfits.

My nausea in the morning has returned. Yuck. I had some relief for a while, but I am back on my zofran. Once I eat and get my medicine in me, I'm good. I've had other issues that include a few trips to the chiropractor for some sciatic nerve and lower back problems. I did a major grocery shopping trip today at a discount store where you bag and load all your groceries yourself.(Winco) I had two cart fulls and I'm sure the heavy pushing has done me in for a few days. I saved a lot of money, but probably not if I have to pay to go to the chiropractor again tomorrow. I can barely walk tonight. This reminds me of a funny incident that happened a couple of days ago. Ashleigh after cheerleading was asking me how to do a herky jump. I was trying to help her do it and without even thinking I just said, "I'll show you". So there I was my 7 month pregnant self doing a cheerleading jump in the middle of my living room. Not smart. I thought I was going to die after doing this really dumb thing. I spent the night in the bathtub and couldn't walk the next day either. Let me just say, I am 99% sure this is my last pregnancy.

I really can't believe I will be bringing a new baby girl home in 74 days. I should be in a panic more than I am. I'm so NOT prepared for her arrival. I think by your fifth child you are less obsessive about every detail. I just want a healthy baby girl....no NICU.

I have started my nesting phase. I spent 3 hours in my office yesterday organizing. I ended up with 3 trashbags full of papers for Donevan to take to work and shred (he has a shredding company that will shred it all....just in case you thought he was going to sit there and shred 3 trashbags full of papers...NOT). I'll move from room to room until I feel very organized for Emma's arrival.....then my chiropractor, bathtub, not being able to walk routine happens all over again. What can I say...I have 4 kids, I can't sit in bed and eat bon bons all day. That does sound good though.