32 really is the loveliest number. If you talk to maternity photographers about the best time to take pictures, many of them will say 32 weeks because you look cute and pregnant, still feel good, and haven't yet reached the big and tired stage. THEY KNOW WHAT THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT.
Yeah, yeah - I know some women don't get big and tired until 36 or 38 weeks. But I don't like those women. At 34 weeks, I have officially gone from telling people I felt GREAT at Thanksgiving to feeling enormous and having numerous aches and pains.
Even my husband said last night, "Woah he's looking really big all of a sudden." Brownie points to him for saying "he's looking really big" instead of "you're looking really big" because I'm pretty sure I would have cried on the spot.
I'm thinking that maybe *just maybe* this crazy huge baby bump and these aches and pains are because he's not in proper position yet. And that if he actually learns to navigate and decides to move sooner rather than later that some of this discomfort will go away. Because really, babies are not meant to fit sideways.
We will find out at 3pm today exactly where he is located and how much he has grown since 30 weeks. If he could get his head to my pelvis ASAP, that would be excellent. And if his head is already there (I really can't tell where he's situated) and I'm just destined to be this big and uncomfortable for the next 4-8 weeks, that's fine too. This is the end. It isn't fun for most people and I'm so thankful to be here that I'll take the bad with the good. Just like the 16 weeks of sickness at the beginning...I will get through it.
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