29w1d: My pregnant body

I still haven't gotten the results back on my GTT. I'm also dealing with a lot of emotional stuff, what with it being Christmas and my SIL being due the 28th and my obnoxious older sister being due May 24th and all.

But I'm going to write an annoying all-about-my-symptoms post. Please feel free to skip it if you hate this sort of thing.

The best thing is that the babies are still inside.

The second best thing is movement. I feel them almost constantly. They tend to hold still when I'm peeing, and sometimes when I'm walking, but either they're on different sleeping schedules, they never sleep, or they squirm in their sleep. Everyone can feel them when they touch my belly. I can frequently see my belly dance, and some of their harder kicks have been seen by people clear across the room. There are times when I can say for sure that Atticus did that, or Damien did this. And often, one of them starts something and the other finishes. They're getting in punching and shoving matches inside the Frat House, and they don't have very good traction, so a solid kick to the head sends them floating off in different directions. They sometimes wake me up at night with their tussles. It's tons of fun.

I also disciplined Damien for the first time. His...something (elbow? knee?) was literally poking out, making a little "tent" of my belly. And it hurt. He was surprisingly resistant to me pressing against it--strong little guy! But my ribs are compromised enough as is, so I kept it up, and he finally squirmed into a different position. That's probably the last time I'll "be the boss" until they're about 5.

The third best thing is that my HG is gone. I still take Zofran, but I'm only throwing up about once a week now. It's been that way for almost a month. I feel nausea intermittently throughout the day, but compared to non-stop puking, it's a total breeze. I can't even tell you how grateful I am that all of that is in the past, and I can focus on enjoying every minute left of this pregnancy.

I'm getting very large. Agreement at yesterday's gathering (step-dad's birthday party) was that I am bigger than my SIL. My brother's girlfriend told me I look like I'm "about to pop". I do wonder sometimes just how big I will get, and what I will no longer be able to do. For example, turning in the shower? My belly is coming dangerously close to the curtain. Putting on my own socks and shoes? I can barely manage that now, and I honestly don't think I'll be able to do any non-slip-on shoes in a couple of weeks. And of course, getting out of couches and chairs in one graceful movement is long gone. Getting up off the bed is also a multi-step process. I've gotten a lot of practice there, because of the need to pee, but I'm awkward as hell.

My husband laughs at me. I'll probably divorce him soon.

(That's a joke.)

My nipples and areolas (I know you wanted to know!) have gone from pink to brown. I have a very light linea negra. And I have stretchmarks and expect more. My hair and nails continue to grow at break-neck speeds. And I'm hungry all the time but can only eat small amounts before feeling Thanksgiving-stuffed. 30 minutes later, I'm hungry again.

I think that's it. I have the usual complaints (sore hips, sore back, can't sleep, abdominal muscles have given up on containing my uterus and are just trying not to tear, etc.), but all told, this is exactly what I wanted, and I'm so glad to have it.