Dear Baby: Get Out.

It is nearing midnight, as I sit downstairs in a dark living room typing this blog entry. The house is still. And hot. Maybe its just hot for us pregnant ladies, but right about now, climbing into the freezer and chilling on top of the frozen corn and green beans sounds blissful.
I can't sleep.  I feel swollen all over, and I've already taken two cold showers today and iced my feet - still swollen beyond recognition.  I'm an insomniatic sweating sausage, and I officially don't want to be pregnant any more.

But I don't want to whine, either.  I really am trying to enjoy some of the other new sensations.  This afternoon, I've started to feel a fluttery movement sensation waaaay lower in my belly than ever before.  Its lower than I thought it was possible to feel anything.  Hmmm...didn't realize my uterus went down that low, but I guess it sorta has to huh?  Isn't the human body amazing?

And Amelia must really be enjoying her boost of energy from tonight's dinner of half a cowboy steak, mashed potatoes and oodles of green beans, because she is doing some acrobatics like I haven't felt in a while.  Good for her. The only acrobatics I do these days is the grand and dramatic flop into the nearest chair.   Soon these unique fluttery feelings will only be a memory. Strange how they seem to have been a part of me for so long. I don't really remember what it feels like to have a "normal" stomach right now.

Also, I seem to be miraculously heartburn-free the last few days.  I have only had one tums in 3 days - that's a record.  True, I do avoid anything acidic like the plague, and the homogenized milk seems to help a lot.  Whatever the cause is, I don't care. It's lessening, and that's all that matters.

So I guess there's both good and bad.  Its just that at 12:01 a.m., when I am trying desperately to grasp the sleep that eludes me, the bad are a lot easier to focus on.  Not long now, I know.  

Still: Amelia, this is your official eviction notice.  Please pack all belongings, 10 fingers and toes, placenta and cord, and vacate the premises asap.

Love, Mom.