Don't be silly. Of course there's no baby yet!

I am really suffering these days. This morning I had my first heart-racing episodes with this pregnancy. I had them a lot with Emily - my heart would race and I'd feel faint. Getting down on all 4's helped again, so at least I know how to end the misery, short-term. If I had ever had a doctor take me seriously the first time, I might know why they're occuring again (is the baby so big s/he's on some major artery again?? and if so, is that really scary because s/he's already dropped??)

I "only" have 3 days until my next dr's appointment. I am so annoyed with their scheduling, but even more annoyed that a friend told me she scheduled hers all months in advance. Why don't they advocate that for people?!?! Jeez. I am getting more and more frustrated with my prenatal "care." Sounds like it's just a prenatal routine to tell me to suck it up and we'll deal with you at 41 weeks.

It's beautiful outside today, so I was sitting watching Emily in the swing while Travis pushed her. It's hilarious to watch, but would've been much more enjoyable had the pain in my pelvis been radiating clear down to my feet. I had to lie down on my right side to take some of the pressure off, and even that only helped a little. I can't walk - if I stand up I get a contraction, and it takes me several minutes to actually straighten all the way up. Even the, I can't bring my left leg forward; I have to swing it around the side instead. Every time Emily crawls up onto my lap for a book, she pokes her elbow into my tummy and it causes a contraction. They're really painful, and they're mentally frustrating too because they do no good at all!!! It just makes me cry. i've been on the verge of tears all day.

And things started off really nicely today. Travis slept downstairs because of my snoring, so I was able to really get comfy and relax all night. I woke up once to pee, and then at 6 AM (new time) I heard pitter-patter of little feet come into my room. She and I snuggled/slept for almost another hour before we finally came downstairs. The more miserable I get, the more cheerful and helpful and sweet Travis gets. He's been productive and busy all day, but not so busy that he doesn't step in and help me when he sees me struggling. I would be in fantastic spirits if I weren't in so much pain, with no end in sight!!!