Happy Independence Day, all. The neighborhood sounds like it's under assault tonight with all the popping and whistling of rockets. My heart is filled with glorious American pride at the sound of things blowing up. Such a patriot I am.
My doctor was less than pleased when I told him about my plans for Ragbrai this week. He scolded me and tried to scare me with scenarios that could endanger me and my kid. I expected him to say he would recommend that I not do it, but when he told me that if I were his wife he wouldn't "let" me do it, I realized this guy has no understanding of the kind of doctoring I'm looking for. I was hoping for information on how to stay hydrated and properly nourished, maybe an on-call number in case anything would go wrong (which any woman at 30 weeks pregnant should have, honestly), or instructions on how to handle and delay pre-term labor should it be triggered by something. He had just finished saying that everything about me is a normal, average pregnancy, so I figured if anybody would be a person capable of doing this, it'd be me. But I got scolded like a child instead. What a jerk.
I reached 160 lbs this week. It's getting harder to sleep with my growing belly, which is frustrating because I am more and more tired. I slept until 9:30 today, which was wonderful and very much needed. And I'm headed for bed now, which I believe will be equally fabulous. Goodnight!!
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