Gonna pop?

Right, so, I have 10 weeks left til Eenie Meenie makes his/her debut (I'm 30 weeks), and if I'm being completely realistic, it'd probably be smart to count on it being longer than that (W was three days late--not bad!).

I am an optimistic person, normally. But under these circumstances, with a back whining at me regardless of the position I'm in, I'm freaking out just a little {at the time remaining/weight the baby will gain}.

I usually fair well during the day, but by the time the day nears its end, my body is beat.

It's all for a wonderful cause, though. :-)

If only there was some kind of brace like the halo, except it would go on my hips and come around to support my belly from below...(belly bands don't work for me--I need iron or metal).

Just a few notes:

The sugar craving is back in full force and I'm about to write Dillons or Dolly Madison over their inadequate supply of sweet rolls.

The baby is measuring normal, has heart rates in the 140s (Wilder's never that low), and seems to be skitter skatting across my belly...tap dancing...I've no idea what. It's not like there's a lot to do in there. Lots of activity though. I love it.

Found some great items at Target for the nursery. Now I'm getting excited!

Tell me if you get tired of pregnancy updates...
Wilder added "please" to his sign language repertoire, and uses it constantly. He's adding words to his vocab like a maniac, too. Shawn and I have started spelling "bath" "outside" "not eating" because he picks up on everything. We look at a baby book, hold a doll baby, and play in the nursery to prepare him for the wild ride ahead!