I'm still pregnant and growing rounder every day.
So round, in fact, that I started crying at the doctor's office yesterday and just couldn't seem to stop myself. I felt like a fool. Here's how it went:
Downstairs Doc: How are you feeling?
Me: *sniffle* I am so fat. I don't know what's wrong with me.
Downstairs Doc: You're pregnant. (hands me a tissue)
Me: *sob* But I weigh more than my husband.
Downstairs Doc: Your husband isn't pregnant.
Then I imagined St. John wearing a pair of my maternity great-grandma panties and all of a sudden I felt a little better :)
Seriously, I am doing just great going into the third trimester. My blood pressure was 93/60 and my glucose tolerance test was perfect. My back pain subsided quite a bit once I started walking instead of doing step aerobics. Weird, huh?
I'm doing so well that my doctor said I should come back in 4 weeks instead of the typical biweekly visits in the third trimester.
I'm pretty good at being pregnant. Now if only I was as good at the whole birthing thing . . .
We're still on for a planned c-section on August 17 but I can't help but continue debating trying a natural delivery. I'm not good at taking it easy after the birth and I'm not looking forward to the longer c-section recovery. (Last time I did sit ups and tore open my incision. Dumb I know!)
On the other hand, I think if I tried for a VBAC I would have to skip the epidural and really try to walk around to get the baby through my pelvis. Then I become very concerned I'm just not woman enough for that. I know my limitations.
And the debate rages on . . .