I think I'm flip-flopping from STARVING to food-averse every few hours.
I'm getting more heartburn now.
I'm not sure I believe I can avoid it by careful eating anymore. I think it is all about how baby Glooby is sitting in my tummy. I'm taking probably one Tums per day on average, but it seems like I need it at a different time every day.
Honestly, I am trying to be more sensible in my eating now. I don't think I've been awful at any point, but I am mildly bummed to be up 29 pounds already.
I was so hoping to gain less than last time, but I think I'm going to gain about 40 pounds again this time.
I worked today, and just thought I would collapse at the end. I was SOOO tired, but I had an acupuncture appointment after work. I felt pretty wonky right after the session--she did a LOT of work on "blood-building" for my iron, which I guess makes one a bit loopy--but I stopped into a deli for a sandwich before driving home so I wouldn't drive badly.
By the time I got home, my energy was so much better! God bless Cory, my acupuncturist!
I've had SUCH good results with her! I'm feeling really positive that maybe she can help me get my hematocrit back up to where it would need to be for the birth center. (Well, maybe not totally positive, but I have *HOPE* now!) Knowing she's there for me also makes me feel like Glooby's current breech position won't be a problem. She's just very good for me.
My new fridge seems to be working just fine after I let it sit 12 hours before plugging it in, just in case they moved it wrong. Whew! I got all the remaining food out of the old fridge, so I can call my friend to come pick it up, which will probably make life easier for the workmen. They got all the new cabinet pulls on today, and they look nice. The final cabinet modification seems to be done, too (cutting and shifting a piece of the old base cabinet to make room for a range instead of a built-in cooktop.) That's a relief, because there was some chance the old cabinetry would collapse when we tried to modify it, and THAT would've been a huge, unwanted expense. Big sighs of relief here...
Anyone bake me that bread yet? Wombat, you want to bring some to Boston next weekend?