Uncomfortable!

It seems that I am not meant to be very comfortable right now. I'm getting into the home stretch, and it's taking its toll on me, I must admit. It's not all the time--just most of the time. There are several times during the day when it seems like no matter what position or angle I'm sitting in, I can't be comfortable--like something happened to my uterus and nothing will appease it. I don't think these are Braxton-Hicks contractions or anything--there's none of the reputed whole-uterus tightening or anything.

Add to that my ramped-up metabolism, and you have a person who cannot sleep with any blankets (or even a sheet) at night without smothering. This is often accompanied by charlie-horses in my legs or feet. At least that often wakes me up at regular intervals to relieve my bladder (look at me, finding the silver lining!). I just thought I was walking slowly before--now I'm practically a snail. Michael thinks my belly button isn't long for this world, and every day I check to see if it is gone yet.

On the plus side, shaved ice is amazing. We have a snow cone maker, and it's awesome--but I just want the ice with a little bit of water. I don't think it's due to low iron, I think it's just that I'm thirsty and generally that I'm running a little on the warm side (and ice is fun to crunch). Elizabeth's movements are so funny now, and my tummy often looks like it belongs in a sci-fi horror movie. Michael and I spend a decent amount of time watching it and lightly pressing in, wondering which of her little limbs we are encountering.

We can't wait to meet her.