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| Ugh, I feel like a cow. It's not so much that I'm showing, that my tummy goes out to there *holds out her hand*, but that the girl who is 3 weeks ahead of me is a barely showing compared to me, and people are like wow, you're getting so big, Sonnet! I *know* I'm getting to be whale sized, but I'm not overeating (that much) and I'm doing my best to slow the leviathan, but really... the tummy is just going on its own accord at this point. Mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
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Matt and I took a CPR class for adults, children and infants at the firehouse last night. It was very interesting, I'm glad we went, even if I was exhausted. It was kind of odd, since Matt had done cpr on his dad when he died. Kind of morbid, working on a dummy, when he'd already had to deal with the real thing. But that could just be me. It wasn't a certification class, we didn't get certified, but we did learn how to do it all correctly, and that's the part that matters.
I went with Lori, who is 3 weeks further along than I am. And she's much smaller than me, tummywise. I feel like this huge fat cow, now. I'm very much showing, I can't hide it, lol. I don't really want to hide it, but I want to at least be the same size as my peers. So I'm a little bummed by that, I have to admit.  | | |
| Apparently "going into the hospital, getting the baby out," is NOT considered a proper birth plan. Oops. I got instructed by my oh-so-handy newsletter that I needed one of these birth plans. That kind of freaked me out, because really, I was hoping the doctor would know enough of what to do that I wouldn't have to worry about it. Not so. So I'm learning about heparin, and saline locks, and why I would want a bean bag chair. (Not that I can't see anyone NOT wanting a bean bag chair, pregnant or not.)
Also... pushing... instinctively or no? I've heard good and bad on both sides. I think i'll just go with whatever I go with... I checked both options, because I'd like Matt to coach me, but I also know that ultimately I'll do what I feel at the time.
They have all these questions about time limits, and if I just want to be pushing for as long as we're fine, and such... I'm all for that, even though I'm hoping for quick and easy. I know it probably not going to be, but still.. I hope. 
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Well, now that Xanga, bless its soulless little program, has let me back into my site... let me commence.
Kicking baby == really cool feelings. Also, talking to the growing bump is pretty cool. For the most part I'm enjoying pregnancy. Except for the feet. 
I have these huge pt-boat feet now. One is swollen more so than the other, and hurts, like it's all bruised, when I walk. It rather sucks. I'm going to the doctor for my checkup in two days though, so we'll see if it's all normal or what. I feel like this just can't be, but then, stranger things have happened. My feet are making me crazy. CRAZZZYYYY!!! I'm going to be heading out after work to pick up some cheap slip on shoes for work. darn feets. Yes, that's right.. they're feets, because they're so big, they deserve the extra s. | | |
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