Other than the breakdown of my mental faculties, I am just fine.
At almost 32 weeks, I am feeling lots of bumps and love taps from this wee baby. Who, by the measurements of my last ultra sound, may not be so "wee" as expected. She looked a good 2-3 weeks big. So maybe her debut will be sooner than Oct. 20 or maybe I will be delivering a 10 pound baby. Can I order my epidural NOW?
I still feel pretty well most of the time, though I am slowing down. And OKAY OKAY I'll admit it: I occasionally waddle. I try to stop myself but honestly, it just feels so good to let those hips be free and do as they will. So around the house, I happily waddle away, but while out and about I concentrate on walking normally.
It seems I have two options these days: drink the correct amount of water and be up every 2 hrs during the night OR not drink enough water and spend a good portion of the night battling horrible cramps in my legs. I'm *trying* to drink the water but some days I miss the quota.
The name game is at a stand still at the moment. I have posted a note pad on our fridge where the list of possibilities is kept. Sometimes I scribble a rejected name out, only to re-write it a day or two later. Currently, Seth and I are entertaining the idea of choosing 3 names: one for a red headed girl, one for a brunette, and one for a blond. Or maybe we'll just name her after the nicest nurse in the OB ward. We could make it a contest and see if we get superb care as a result. Or maybe we'll name her Katherine, Jr. Do you all even know my actual name is Katherine? Well, it is. But no one ever calls me Katherine. Seth calls me Kate, or Babe. You may call me Kayte or Kate... but not Babe. That would just be weird. Maybe we'll name the baby "Babe". Kinda sound like that pig movie though, huh? we really should just name her "Maddie-uh Eden uh-you there being naughty!" cause that's what we call the other girls.
Most of this pregnancy, my primary craving was salad... but now the pendulum has swung the other way. I want Big Macs. I'm hanging my head in shame right now. =) But I have created a less horrific alternative: Mini Macs. After explaining to a cashier at McDonald's that I really craved the taste of a Big Mac but could not handle eating such a massive burger, she suggested the following:
Order a McDouble off the dollar menu. Add Big Mac sauce and shredded lettuce.
The result: Satisfaction. Peace in your soul. Sauce on your shirt. Onion on your breathe.
McDonald's and I are are really too well acquainted. The lady in the drive through is one of my closest friends. (Slight exaggeration). It's not entirely my fault though... youth pastors (and therefore their wives) eat fast food. It's part of the job description. Really, when we die early deaths due to heart blockages from all the cholesterol, we should be nominated for martyr hood.
On a serious note, my mother in law is still in the hospital. She is in ICU today following a laproscopic procedure to biopsy her lungs. She has been on oxygen for a few days and has shown no improvement with various treatments. The results from today's samples will not be in for several days. Please pray that she is at least stable while we wait for results. Her illness has progressed over the past month and doctors are still unsure of what is causing her trouble or how to fight it. We are trusting in the Great Physician and know that He is not dumbfounded. He's always good and always in control.
"Bless the Lord, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name. Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits: Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases;" Psalm 103:1-3