Aside from looking oddly ghostly, and oddly ginga (don't mind the photo), 30 weeks pregnant has been pretty good for me.
I've been able to work on the baby's room and a few other things over the past week. Yay!
I am still throwing up but it is totally controllable with medication now, unlike the first 20+ weeks.
Physically, I am being pummeled in the bladder by this kid's fists, which is only slightly less comfortable than when I had a little foot wedged into my liver for the last month. :) Pretty sure it did some permanent damage...
I can pee 4 times in an hour.
I bet you can't!
I feel faint just from standing up for more than a few minutes sometimes. Or breathless from walking to the next room. And at night the cramps in my legs are killer and don't go away and I am constantly overheated.... so basically, I feel a zillion times better than in the first 2 trimesters of spew, when I would ask my husband "what does it feel like to not be nauseous?" because I actually couldn't remember. *shudder*
Being that ill taught me a lot - about what I can handle, about surviving one hour at a time, about who my true friends are (so cliched, but true. You wouldn't even believe...), and how big the God I serve is.
Mostly, tho, I have learned to appreciate. Each day that I'm not bed-ridden is an amazing day. And a day where I can cook and clean and maybe do some interior design too? Out of this world. Attending some social events and even hosting them? I can't believe it. And being able to laugh with my husband and enjoy our last months 'alone' together in some state other than as a near-dead zombie woman? Freaking incredible!
(P.S if you're waiting for the baby's room update, it's coming next)
(P.P.S I nearly forgot to say - one morning I woke up with an outtie. Literally it was not there the night before, and then it was there…. an outtie. So long smiley-face belly button. Your expressions may never be the same again :s )