I'm remembering that the last month of pregnancy makes me crazy. Like, really, totally insane. I HATE not being able to plan things, and the thought that "today could be the day" is maddening. I'm not 37 weeks until Wednesday, but I have this persistent feeling that she will come early, so I'm quite prepared for it to happen any day. (by quite prepared, I mean, if I went into labor I wouldn't be surprised. Not that I'm actually *prepared* or anything. lol) We still have SO much to do to get ready for Baby. We finally have our closet (mainly) cleaned, the pack n play is up, and we have a bunch of cloth diapers all set to go. I don't have a diaper pail yet, though, to put the liner I bought in. We don't have the baby clothes out of the attic, sorted, and washed (hoping I can get dh to crawl up there today since it's his day off), and I am completely and utterly mentally unprepared for this.
I have hit a new high on muscle pain, though. I hurt everywhere. There's this one place on my lower back/side that is sending shooting pain down my left leg. I go to the chiropractor again today, so I'm hoping she will be able to kind of pop things to make it feel better.
This morning I got up at 5:30am and couldn't fall back to sleep. It really sucks, because today is my nephew's 3rd birthday and I know I'm going to be dragging at his party tonight. Plus a million errands to run and it's the first of dh's 3 days off so I'd hate to spend the afternoon sleeping, which would also put me back into a horrible sleep cycle.
I kept down a couple snacks yesterday, so that's good news.
I'm still pretty much constantly nauseous and nothing sounds even remotely good to eat (except brownies, which do not get revisited well so I'm trying to push that craving to the back).