Tomorrow makes 34 weeks, so it should be just a hair less than six weeks from now. I'm looking forward to a comfortable night's sleep, even if it's still not a full night's, and an end to the pain in my poor back/tail bone. I'm looking forward to those tiny little fingers and toes. I really want to just stare at my tiny one and memorize everything about him or her. I'm in no rush and have been very patient throughout it all, much more so than I would have thought of myself. A question, though. Why am I so nauseous all of a sudden? I try to eat well, and I'm always hungry, but I just can't eat as much as I used to. On top of that, I've had several days where I've had to stop whatever I'm doing and rest because I just don't feel good anymore. It's usually in the pool and I'd like to blame the horse-play of those around me but it's been popping up too many other places as well. Even stranger, I have zero desire/craving/whatever for sweets, anymore. It used to be gummy bears and Mrs. Baird's chocolate-covered donuts and chocolate chip cookies and warm brownies three or four times a week, and now nothing. It's not like the opportunity isn't there, I just don't want them. It's all so strange.
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So did you decide to have the sex of the baby a surprise or did you just never get the right shot? I really hope these next 4-6 weeks go by quickly for you!
We've had plenty of chances to look, we just didn't want to. Elena keeps telling me she wants it to be a girl baby, and I keep telling her that we have to wait to see what Heavenly Father picked for us--it's a surprise, like a present.
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